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every night.
He cleared his throat, and her eyes flew to his. Caught, she knew it, but she pretended like it didn’t happen, just like she’d been doing for weeks. “It’s nice and big in here. Lots of natural light.” She turned to the door on the left and walked forward, asking, “Do you mind?”
“No, go ahead. It’s the walk-in closet. Check it out.”
She opened the door and tried not to groan. He was a slob, no way around it. Things were hung up, but they were half on and half off hangers, nothing was folded neatly. There wasn’t a lot on the floor, but it was enough. And nothing was lined up just right—not the way she liked things. She did notice his bed was made, but barely, like he ran in the door and pulled the comforter up fast.
When she stepped back out, he laid his hand on her lower back and she stiffened, then relaxed. He guided her to the other door, keeping his hand there. She could feel the heat of it through her shirt and really hoped she didn’t blush again.
“Master bath,” he said, opening the door.
It too was very spacious. Again, done in neutral browns and creams like the main bath down the hall, only this bathroom had a nice big soaker tub. He definitely ticked off all the boxes so far to sell the house.
“So what do you think?”
“I love what you’ve done. I can’t believe you’ve done it all by yourself.”
“Phil helps when I need it. I’m at the stage where I can do the rest myself. I’ve been known to bring guys in if need be if the work slows down on other projects, but it hasn’t, so I’ve been doing most of it by myself.”
“Well, I would love to help. Really, I would.” She couldn’t wait to start doing something. “What do you need me to do?”
“Nothing glamorous. I was going to mud the walls, or as many as I could, then try to sand them down this weekend. Once that is all done and painted, I’ll move on to the flooring.”
“Well, consider me your slave for the night,” she said, and watched his eyes light up again. She hadn’t really meant to say it that way, but it confirmed something when she saw his eyes travel down the length of her. Definitely mutual attraction and now she needed to rein it in. The playful flirting was fun, but she didn’t want to get in over her head and jeopardize what she had worked so hard to regain.
Dancing Around
Two hours later, working with Brynn in a calm, peaceful routine, Alec looked over at her. She was methodically sliding the blade down the tape with a thin layer of mud. She didn’t work as fast as him, but she was just as good. There was little to no excess. Sanding was going to be fast and easy with her surefire strokes.
They had made progress, her on the walls, and him on the ceilings. Another twenty minutes or so and all the rooms downstairs would be mudded and could dry. With any luck he’d have them sanded and primed this weekend, and then he could tackle the upstairs walls. Maybe he could talk her into putting a few more hours in. No, that would be taking advantage. He wouldn’t, but if she offered…
He never thought he would feel so comfortable working next to her, not with all the sexual tension he’d been feeling. But for some reason, once they got to work, it all vanished. Crazy.
They just meshed so well. They stayed out of each other’s way, almost like they knew the other person’s move before it even happened.
He was just wiping his hands on a rag when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling it out, he read Phil’s text. She said yes.
“ I’ll be damned,” he said, laughing happily.
Brynn spun around. “What?”
“Sorry. Phil just texted me. He’s engaged.”
She ran the spade down the wall one last time, set everything on the floor and smiled at him. “That’s wonderful. They look happy together. He just asked her now?”
Alec nodded. Brynn was right. Phil and Sophia looked happy together because they were happy together. “I think so. His text only said
He cleared his throat, and her eyes flew to his. Caught, she knew it, but she pretended like it didn’t happen, just like she’d been doing for weeks. “It’s nice and big in here. Lots of natural light.” She turned to the door on the left and walked forward, asking, “Do you mind?”
“No, go ahead. It’s the walk-in closet. Check it out.”
She opened the door and tried not to groan. He was a slob, no way around it. Things were hung up, but they were half on and half off hangers, nothing was folded neatly. There wasn’t a lot on the floor, but it was enough. And nothing was lined up just right—not the way she liked things. She did notice his bed was made, but barely, like he ran in the door and pulled the comforter up fast.
When she stepped back out, he laid his hand on her lower back and she stiffened, then relaxed. He guided her to the other door, keeping his hand there. She could feel the heat of it through her shirt and really hoped she didn’t blush again.
“Master bath,” he said, opening the door.
It too was very spacious. Again, done in neutral browns and creams like the main bath down the hall, only this bathroom had a nice big soaker tub. He definitely ticked off all the boxes so far to sell the house.
“So what do you think?”
“I love what you’ve done. I can’t believe you’ve done it all by yourself.”
“Phil helps when I need it. I’m at the stage where I can do the rest myself. I’ve been known to bring guys in if need be if the work slows down on other projects, but it hasn’t, so I’ve been doing most of it by myself.”
“Well, I would love to help. Really, I would.” She couldn’t wait to start doing something. “What do you need me to do?”
“Nothing glamorous. I was going to mud the walls, or as many as I could, then try to sand them down this weekend. Once that is all done and painted, I’ll move on to the flooring.”
“Well, consider me your slave for the night,” she said, and watched his eyes light up again. She hadn’t really meant to say it that way, but it confirmed something when she saw his eyes travel down the length of her. Definitely mutual attraction and now she needed to rein it in. The playful flirting was fun, but she didn’t want to get in over her head and jeopardize what she had worked so hard to regain.
Dancing Around
Two hours later, working with Brynn in a calm, peaceful routine, Alec looked over at her. She was methodically sliding the blade down the tape with a thin layer of mud. She didn’t work as fast as him, but she was just as good. There was little to no excess. Sanding was going to be fast and easy with her surefire strokes.
They had made progress, her on the walls, and him on the ceilings. Another twenty minutes or so and all the rooms downstairs would be mudded and could dry. With any luck he’d have them sanded and primed this weekend, and then he could tackle the upstairs walls. Maybe he could talk her into putting a few more hours in. No, that would be taking advantage. He wouldn’t, but if she offered…
He never thought he would feel so comfortable working next to her, not with all the sexual tension he’d been feeling. But for some reason, once they got to work, it all vanished. Crazy.
They just meshed so well. They stayed out of each other’s way, almost like they knew the other person’s move before it even happened.
He was just wiping his hands on a rag when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling it out, he read Phil’s text. She said yes.
“ I’ll be damned,” he said, laughing happily.
Brynn spun around. “What?”
“Sorry. Phil just texted me. He’s engaged.”
She ran the spade down the wall one last time, set everything on the floor and smiled at him. “That’s wonderful. They look happy together. He just asked her now?”
Alec nodded. Brynn was right. Phil and Sophia looked happy together because they were happy together. “I think so. His text only said
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