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passenger seat, he glanced up into the rearview mirror. Austen stood on the porch, watching him. If he was honest, she looked good there. The place suited her. And he was glad she cared about the property so much.
He pushed out a long breath and considered his next move. The house and the Miller family meant enough for him to take on this project. That way he could ensure he did everything possible to restore the house and preserve at least some part of the family’s memory.
Of course, the prospect of getting to see its intriguing, sexy owner on a daily basis wasn’t too much of a hardship, either.
Grinning to himself, he reached over and rubbed the top of Grits’s head. “Things might be looking up after all, buddy.” Those creepy-ass texts aside, his second meeting with Austen had gone way better than the first.
He was already looking forward to seeing her again next time.
Chapter Six
Austen hefted another armful of debris into the Dumpster next to the front porch and paused to wipe the back of her wrist across her sweaty face. Her T-shirt was stuck to her back and chest, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead and it wasn’t even noon yet.
The humidity here was surprisingly bad for May. She had no AC in the house yet, since they were still in the process of stripping out all the old electrical system, so the only ventilation was provided by the open windows and doors.
In short, this was gonna be a hell of a long day for all of them. But hey, at least she had help. Wyatt had called with a quote four days ago. She’d looked the numbers over, decided they were fair, and accepted. He and his crew had started the next day.
She trudged back up the steps on the front porch, past one of the guys who was prepping the exterior for paint, scraping off the old layers and giving everything a good sanding. Inside, two guys from Wyatt’s crew were helping her gut what was left of the kitchen.
Scott and Eddie were both combat-wounded vets, but their injuries weren’t visible like Wyatt’s and the others’ were. Everyone had been polite and respectful so far but the intent way Eddie watched her sometimes gave her the creeps.
Aside from that he seemed to be a hard worker and Wyatt had vouched for each guy on the crew he’d brought with him, so that made her feel better. She just made sure she was never alone in a room with Eddie, and gave him a wide berth whenever she could.
Scott and Eddie both stopped their demo of one of the kitchen walls when she came in, their arms and faces glistening with sweat and coated with powdery drywall dust. “Man, it’s so humid today,” Scott groaned, mopping at his face with the hem of his shirt.
“I know,” she said, dreading what the humidity would be like in July and August. “Wyatt went to get us another generator so we could hook up a few room fans. He should be back soon.”
“Not soon enough,” another guy said as he hit the bottom of the main staircase. “It’s gotta be over a hundred degrees up in that attic.”
Austen winced in sympathy. At this rate, her crew would be completely melted and useless by lunchtime. “I’m gonna make a drink run to the café,” she announced. The guys brought their own drinks and she had cases of water and Gatorade for everybody on site but the ice in the cooler was already melted and she wanted to get them something cold. “What do you guys want?”
She took everyone’s order—seven in all—and jumped in her truck, feeling only slightly guilty as the AC blasted out of the vents all over her hot face and neck. At the Garden of Eatin’ she placed the orders and picked up fruit salad and other refreshing snacks for the guys. Piper was just pulling into a parking spot out front when Austen came out.
“Feeding a crowd?” Piper asked her, smoothing her hands over the charcoal-gray pencil skirt that hugged her hips and thighs. Her makeup was light and tasteful but there were shadows beneath her eyes that
He pushed out a long breath and considered his next move. The house and the Miller family meant enough for him to take on this project. That way he could ensure he did everything possible to restore the house and preserve at least some part of the family’s memory.
Of course, the prospect of getting to see its intriguing, sexy owner on a daily basis wasn’t too much of a hardship, either.
Grinning to himself, he reached over and rubbed the top of Grits’s head. “Things might be looking up after all, buddy.” Those creepy-ass texts aside, his second meeting with Austen had gone way better than the first.
He was already looking forward to seeing her again next time.
Chapter Six
Austen hefted another armful of debris into the Dumpster next to the front porch and paused to wipe the back of her wrist across her sweaty face. Her T-shirt was stuck to her back and chest, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead and it wasn’t even noon yet.
The humidity here was surprisingly bad for May. She had no AC in the house yet, since they were still in the process of stripping out all the old electrical system, so the only ventilation was provided by the open windows and doors.
In short, this was gonna be a hell of a long day for all of them. But hey, at least she had help. Wyatt had called with a quote four days ago. She’d looked the numbers over, decided they were fair, and accepted. He and his crew had started the next day.
She trudged back up the steps on the front porch, past one of the guys who was prepping the exterior for paint, scraping off the old layers and giving everything a good sanding. Inside, two guys from Wyatt’s crew were helping her gut what was left of the kitchen.
Scott and Eddie were both combat-wounded vets, but their injuries weren’t visible like Wyatt’s and the others’ were. Everyone had been polite and respectful so far but the intent way Eddie watched her sometimes gave her the creeps.
Aside from that he seemed to be a hard worker and Wyatt had vouched for each guy on the crew he’d brought with him, so that made her feel better. She just made sure she was never alone in a room with Eddie, and gave him a wide berth whenever she could.
Scott and Eddie both stopped their demo of one of the kitchen walls when she came in, their arms and faces glistening with sweat and coated with powdery drywall dust. “Man, it’s so humid today,” Scott groaned, mopping at his face with the hem of his shirt.
“I know,” she said, dreading what the humidity would be like in July and August. “Wyatt went to get us another generator so we could hook up a few room fans. He should be back soon.”
“Not soon enough,” another guy said as he hit the bottom of the main staircase. “It’s gotta be over a hundred degrees up in that attic.”
Austen winced in sympathy. At this rate, her crew would be completely melted and useless by lunchtime. “I’m gonna make a drink run to the café,” she announced. The guys brought their own drinks and she had cases of water and Gatorade for everybody on site but the ice in the cooler was already melted and she wanted to get them something cold. “What do you guys want?”
She took everyone’s order—seven in all—and jumped in her truck, feeling only slightly guilty as the AC blasted out of the vents all over her hot face and neck. At the Garden of Eatin’ she placed the orders and picked up fruit salad and other refreshing snacks for the guys. Piper was just pulling into a parking spot out front when Austen came out.
“Feeding a crowd?” Piper asked her, smoothing her hands over the charcoal-gray pencil skirt that hugged her hips and thighs. Her makeup was light and tasteful but there were shadows beneath her eyes that
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