It was very difficult to explain, but there was a comfort level between the two of them, that made her feel a little guilty. She'd never felt this way around Pete. Despite the stories about all those women he'd been with, she was feeling good about being here. This was her husband's idea after all, why shouldn't she make the most of it... Maybe he was right, maybe it would bring them closer together.<br/><br/>The only real question about Thatcher was why having just passed thirty, he was still unmarried, and without a girlfriend. Some girls she knew suggested he was too childish to commit, while others simply called him a player.<br/><br/>She was very attentive as he spoke, her heels making a distinct click on the gorgeous wood floors as he led her from room to room. "You've done incredible work, this place is amazing..." she admitted. As they moved jnto the kitchen she grinned at the drink... "I would love a glass of wine" she admitted. Her eyes took in the kitchen, and it was truly incredible... It had everything a gourmet kitchen should have...<br/><br/>"Wow, looks like I got here just in time, it's really starting to come down..." She said turning to look at him, and seeing the way his eyes were checking her out... "Do you cook?" She asked him curiously.