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old. This would make the garden look fairly well established once he got them all in the ground. I got the impression that Eramus wanted to look like he’d been here for a while.
At his insistence, he did all the work. So, while he moved the roses to my specifications I talked.
“How did you build the shelter so fast?”
“It’s a pre-made insert. I had it put down early this morning.”
Well, that would explain the machinery I’d heard.
“The door is right over here,” he said, walking to stand over the only piece of ground not covered by sod. “I’m thinking of putting a bench over it.”
“It would be better hidden if you put a planter with some of the smaller roses on top of it. No one thinks to look under flower pots unless they’re looking for a key.”
He smiled. “See, I knew you were the person to ask about this.”
What was I doing? What was it exactly that I was helping this stranger to hide? He seemed sincere enough. Was he really hiding valuables?
“My friends and I are having a barbeque this afternoon. You’re welcome to join us. I mean, if you don’t you’ll just have to be over here smelling it all.”
He laughed and I realized I was really starting to enjoy the sound.
“That sounds nice. Should I bring anything?”
“Just yourself.” I could feel my face burning again. My voice had taken on a husky quality and the thought of him showing up in nothing at all was making my heart go crazy again.
“I should probably put on a shirt then,” he teased.
“Don’t bother on my account.”
I was flirting shamelessly. I had never been shy, but I normally wasn’t so forward either. But Eramus didn’t seem to mind. He was pretty forward himself and I liked that quality in a man.
His grin was the reward for my boldness.
“We’ll start cooking in a few hours, but you can come over whenever you’d like. As a matter of fact, I should probably go attempt to fix my hair.”
“It’s beautiful,” he said. His voice melted me like a candle thrown into a bonfire. “Is it natural?”
It was a question I’d heard often enough. Not many people had naturally “flaming” red hair. But Eramus’ question was different somehow. The look in his eyes said he wasn’t asking if my hair color came from a box, but what color decorated mine.
“Yes.”
Breathless is the best way to describe how I sounded. But he didn’t appear to notice or didn’t care. Perhaps he knew the effect he had on me and was enjoying the show. Either way his smile did not waver and neither did the look in his eyes.
I took a deep breath to try to calm myself, but instead I breathed in his scent and my libido kicked into overdrive.
“What cologne are you wearing?”
“I’m not,” he said.
“Come on, no one works up a sweat and smells that good without cologne.”
Eramus put his hands on his hips and I admired the way his forearms flexed just right. He was perfect. Not in the traditional sense of the word, without flaws. But rather it was his flaws that made him perfect. For example, the fine laugh lines at the corners of his mouth didn’t make him look old, they gave him character. The fact that his hair wasn’t fixed and still looked sexy also added to his appeal. And man, did he ever smell good!
“Well, apparently I do,” he teased.
“I’ll see you in a little while then.”
He didn’t say goodbye, but nodded his acceptance of my words.
I managed to walk calmly back to my house, didn’t trip on my way up the steps and didn’t look back even though I could feel him watching me. The minute I closed the door I collapsed against it.
“Holy shit.”
I immediately called Justina and gave her all the details. She was down at the store with our new employee, Mandy. We had yet to leave her to run the place on her own, but planned to do so today.
“How is everything going?” I asked.
“Fine. I really think Mandy can do this on her own now. Listen, I’ve got the stuff to make either potato
At his insistence, he did all the work. So, while he moved the roses to my specifications I talked.
“How did you build the shelter so fast?”
“It’s a pre-made insert. I had it put down early this morning.”
Well, that would explain the machinery I’d heard.
“The door is right over here,” he said, walking to stand over the only piece of ground not covered by sod. “I’m thinking of putting a bench over it.”
“It would be better hidden if you put a planter with some of the smaller roses on top of it. No one thinks to look under flower pots unless they’re looking for a key.”
He smiled. “See, I knew you were the person to ask about this.”
What was I doing? What was it exactly that I was helping this stranger to hide? He seemed sincere enough. Was he really hiding valuables?
“My friends and I are having a barbeque this afternoon. You’re welcome to join us. I mean, if you don’t you’ll just have to be over here smelling it all.”
He laughed and I realized I was really starting to enjoy the sound.
“That sounds nice. Should I bring anything?”
“Just yourself.” I could feel my face burning again. My voice had taken on a husky quality and the thought of him showing up in nothing at all was making my heart go crazy again.
“I should probably put on a shirt then,” he teased.
“Don’t bother on my account.”
I was flirting shamelessly. I had never been shy, but I normally wasn’t so forward either. But Eramus didn’t seem to mind. He was pretty forward himself and I liked that quality in a man.
His grin was the reward for my boldness.
“We’ll start cooking in a few hours, but you can come over whenever you’d like. As a matter of fact, I should probably go attempt to fix my hair.”
“It’s beautiful,” he said. His voice melted me like a candle thrown into a bonfire. “Is it natural?”
It was a question I’d heard often enough. Not many people had naturally “flaming” red hair. But Eramus’ question was different somehow. The look in his eyes said he wasn’t asking if my hair color came from a box, but what color decorated mine.
“Yes.”
Breathless is the best way to describe how I sounded. But he didn’t appear to notice or didn’t care. Perhaps he knew the effect he had on me and was enjoying the show. Either way his smile did not waver and neither did the look in his eyes.
I took a deep breath to try to calm myself, but instead I breathed in his scent and my libido kicked into overdrive.
“What cologne are you wearing?”
“I’m not,” he said.
“Come on, no one works up a sweat and smells that good without cologne.”
Eramus put his hands on his hips and I admired the way his forearms flexed just right. He was perfect. Not in the traditional sense of the word, without flaws. But rather it was his flaws that made him perfect. For example, the fine laugh lines at the corners of his mouth didn’t make him look old, they gave him character. The fact that his hair wasn’t fixed and still looked sexy also added to his appeal. And man, did he ever smell good!
“Well, apparently I do,” he teased.
“I’ll see you in a little while then.”
He didn’t say goodbye, but nodded his acceptance of my words.
I managed to walk calmly back to my house, didn’t trip on my way up the steps and didn’t look back even though I could feel him watching me. The minute I closed the door I collapsed against it.
“Holy shit.”
I immediately called Justina and gave her all the details. She was down at the store with our new employee, Mandy. We had yet to leave her to run the place on her own, but planned to do so today.
“How is everything going?” I asked.
“Fine. I really think Mandy can do this on her own now. Listen, I’ve got the stuff to make either potato
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