Riley watched her gaze as it moved around his kitchen and barely resisted the urge to snatch up the empty beer bottles on the counter.
Okay, so he had a beer or two while watching the game. No harm in that. And, okay, he was a single man - there were some dishes in the sink, and if she got that far she'd find towels on the floor in his bathroom, and his bed unmade.
But she wouldn't find half-eaten halfdogs in his couch or empty pizza boxes under his bed.
He wasn't a farm animal.
"I know," he joked. "Impressive. But try to contain your excitement."