“I invited you.”
Matt took the dishes and headed toward the open kitchen area. Having a sexy man do domestic chores was something no woman could look away from. Added to that, the thin navy sweater he wore stretched beautifully across his broad shoulders, captivating her attention.
“You’re not doing anything except telling me more about the auction,” he stated. “What do I have to do as Bachelor Fifteen?”
Rachel laughed, more out of shock than humor. “You don’t have to put yourself up for auction. We have guys who will bring in the goal Alexis is hoping to raise.”
To Rachel’s surprise, Matt didn’t sit back on the sofa with her, but on the floor with Ellie. With one hand propped behind him, he rested his other arm on the knee he’d drawn up.
“So when a woman wins her dream guy onstage, or however you’re doing it—”
“In the gazebo at the TCC clubhouse,” she interjected.
He nodded. “Fine. So when a lady’s knight in shining armor steps from the gazebo and they gaze into each other’s eyes, then what?”
Rachel eased down to the floor as well and couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s probably not going to be that dramatic. But, the ladies are bidding on a fantasy date. Whatever that might be. One of our bachelors is a pilot, so the winner could also choose to be flown in his private jet to a nice dinner. All of the guys bring something different to the table, which is exactly what we want so we can appeal to a variety of women.”
“And their checkbooks.”
Rachel smiled and nodded. “Exactly.”
“How many bachelors have an island?”
“None.”
“Then count me in.”
Rachel jerked back. Ellie crawled to her and climbed onto her lap. “Just like that you’re offering yourself up?”
“It’s one date, Rachel. I’m not marrying anyone. If it’s for a good cause, and it is, I’m willing.” He handed Ellie her monkey when she wobbled closer to him. “I’ll match the donation of the bid made on me, as well.”
She couldn’t believe how easy this was. “You could just write a check if you’re only wanting to help financially.”
“Sounds like you don’t want me to be on the auction block,” he threw back with a quirked brow.
That’s precisely what she sounded like because that’s exactly how she felt. But she had no right, and she truly had no motive to keep him all to herself. Matt didn’t belong to anyone, especially not his best friend’s lonely widow.
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