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make him easier to be around.
Allie smiled back at him. “Being able to build your own home is a good skill to have.” Realization dawned on her. “I guess that’s why you decided to help me with the renovations… you have more experience than I do.”
Bill put his hand on her lower back, just like he’d done in the bar. His touch made her stand up straighter, the sheer unexpectedness of it. Why did she like it so much? He guided her into the kitchen. There was barely enough room for them both, and once again Allie found herself in the position of being so physically close to Bill that their bodies kept touching accidentally, a brush here, a bump there.
He smelled of fresh hay, wood, and something indescribably sexy…perhaps that was just his natural musk. His body heat warmed her whenever her skin came within a few inches of him. While Bill had been acting before like he was ready to tear her head off in frustration at the bar, Allie was about ready to tear his clothes off after that kiss. She could only imagine how incredible his muscles would look without his shirt covering them…
Breathe .
It had been too long since she’d been with a man, that was all. The way he kept getting into her space felt so intimate, so personal… almost sexual. And she liked it way too much to keep her own hormones from rising.
He swung the cabinet open, his bicep suddenly up right near her cheek.
“Mugs are up here,” he said, “an’ dishes.” He closed the cabinet and pointed to the sink. “Don’t leave dirty dishes laying around — wash ‘em as you go. I ain’t cleanin’ up after you.”
Allie looked up at him in confusion. He’d kissed her only moments ago, and she’d even admitted that she understood why he was going to help her renovate the bar. So why was he being prickly again?
Maybe he was just trying to diffuse the tension… to remind them both not to get too friendly. Well, it was working.
“I know how to clean up after myself,” she said.
“If you need to cook somethin’, don’t bang up my cabinets.”
Allie shook her head. “You seem to have mistaken me for a bull in a china shop. However have I managed all this time without your micro-managing?”
“You think this is micro-managin’? Wait till we get back to the bar,” he warned, his face close to hers. “You’ll have to earn my trust. You’re gonna have to prove to me you’re worth it.”
“I am worth it,” she said immediately.
“I bet,” he murmured.
Any anger she had melted with those words. He didn’t seem to be saying that sarcastically. His face was too close to hers to be anything but…sincere.
As if he realized just how close he’d gotten, Bill abruptly pulled back, knocking the back of his head on the cabinet behind him with a thwack .
“Oh no!” Allie gasped. “Are you okay?”
She reached her hand up to touch his head. Her fingertips grazed the ends of his dark hair, but Bill caught her wrist in his large hand.
“I’m fine,” he said. Slowly, he let go of her wrist. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to grab you like that. It was just instinct or somethin’.”
A look of genuine concern crossed his face, and he rubbed her wrist with his thumb.
“It’s fine,” she whispered.
“I um…” Bill shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. “Before the kitchen cabinet decided to attack me—”
“You can joke!” Allie interrupted, feigning shock. “The surprises just keep coming.”
“You’ll like this surprise, then,” he said. “When you open the oven door, it won’t go all the way.”
Allie laughed and pulled the oven door open, to see. Sure enough, it only opened just enough that she be able to get something in and out, no more, before hitting the cabinet behind her.
“Just a suggestion,” she said, “perhaps if you’re going to help me with the renovations, we should spend a little extra time focusing on measurements.”
She meant it as a lighthearted joke, but Bill shot her a
Allie smiled back at him. “Being able to build your own home is a good skill to have.” Realization dawned on her. “I guess that’s why you decided to help me with the renovations… you have more experience than I do.”
Bill put his hand on her lower back, just like he’d done in the bar. His touch made her stand up straighter, the sheer unexpectedness of it. Why did she like it so much? He guided her into the kitchen. There was barely enough room for them both, and once again Allie found herself in the position of being so physically close to Bill that their bodies kept touching accidentally, a brush here, a bump there.
He smelled of fresh hay, wood, and something indescribably sexy…perhaps that was just his natural musk. His body heat warmed her whenever her skin came within a few inches of him. While Bill had been acting before like he was ready to tear her head off in frustration at the bar, Allie was about ready to tear his clothes off after that kiss. She could only imagine how incredible his muscles would look without his shirt covering them…
Breathe .
It had been too long since she’d been with a man, that was all. The way he kept getting into her space felt so intimate, so personal… almost sexual. And she liked it way too much to keep her own hormones from rising.
He swung the cabinet open, his bicep suddenly up right near her cheek.
“Mugs are up here,” he said, “an’ dishes.” He closed the cabinet and pointed to the sink. “Don’t leave dirty dishes laying around — wash ‘em as you go. I ain’t cleanin’ up after you.”
Allie looked up at him in confusion. He’d kissed her only moments ago, and she’d even admitted that she understood why he was going to help her renovate the bar. So why was he being prickly again?
Maybe he was just trying to diffuse the tension… to remind them both not to get too friendly. Well, it was working.
“I know how to clean up after myself,” she said.
“If you need to cook somethin’, don’t bang up my cabinets.”
Allie shook her head. “You seem to have mistaken me for a bull in a china shop. However have I managed all this time without your micro-managing?”
“You think this is micro-managin’? Wait till we get back to the bar,” he warned, his face close to hers. “You’ll have to earn my trust. You’re gonna have to prove to me you’re worth it.”
“I am worth it,” she said immediately.
“I bet,” he murmured.
Any anger she had melted with those words. He didn’t seem to be saying that sarcastically. His face was too close to hers to be anything but…sincere.
As if he realized just how close he’d gotten, Bill abruptly pulled back, knocking the back of his head on the cabinet behind him with a thwack .
“Oh no!” Allie gasped. “Are you okay?”
She reached her hand up to touch his head. Her fingertips grazed the ends of his dark hair, but Bill caught her wrist in his large hand.
“I’m fine,” he said. Slowly, he let go of her wrist. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to grab you like that. It was just instinct or somethin’.”
A look of genuine concern crossed his face, and he rubbed her wrist with his thumb.
“It’s fine,” she whispered.
“I um…” Bill shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. “Before the kitchen cabinet decided to attack me—”
“You can joke!” Allie interrupted, feigning shock. “The surprises just keep coming.”
“You’ll like this surprise, then,” he said. “When you open the oven door, it won’t go all the way.”
Allie laughed and pulled the oven door open, to see. Sure enough, it only opened just enough that she be able to get something in and out, no more, before hitting the cabinet behind her.
“Just a suggestion,” she said, “perhaps if you’re going to help me with the renovations, we should spend a little extra time focusing on measurements.”
She meant it as a lighthearted joke, but Bill shot her a
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