A little over an hour later,I was standing in front of her house waiting for her to answer the door. I didn’t see a doorbell, so I knocked. And then knocked again a few minutes later.
Nothing. No sound was coming from the house, and it didn’t seem like anyone was home. But she knew I was coming back.
I walked back to the van to get her phone number from the work order so I could call and let her know I was at her house.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Hey, Blakely, it’s Grant with Jackson Security.”
“Oh, hey. Is something wrong?”
“Well, I’m here, and you’re not.”
“What?” she asked, followed by the sound of a door opening. “Where?”
“At your house.”
I heard Blakely’s laughter in stereo moments later and turned to see her rounding the corner of the house. “Sorry, I forgot to tell you to come to the side door. That one’s only for strangers and solicitors,” she said and pointed to the front door.
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“Because Papa sealed it shut and put up a wall on the other side of it. He left the door there for the people he didn’t want to see. He said all the people he cared about knew to use the side door, and everyone else could piss off.”
“Your Papa sounds like a smart man.”
“One of the smartest,” she said proudly.
“Do you know where you would like your cameras?”
“Sort of. With the new additions, the cameras from Stuff It cover most of the front yard,” she explained. “I want the other two to cover as much of the back and side yards as possible, but I’m not sure of the best way to achieve that.”
“I’ll take a look when I get back there. I may not be able to get the entire area covered with two cameras, but I should be able to get most of it.”
“Sounds good. I’ll be inside if you need anything.”
With that, she disappeared into the house while I wondered what in the hell was wrong with me. Well, I knew what was wrong with me, but I wasn’t ready to admit it.
So, I ignored the way my heart raced at the thought of her, the way my stomach flipped at the sound of her voice, and the way my eyes followed every move she made.
Falling head over dick for a chick was not on my immediate agenda. Most of my time was occupied by the gym and the club. I had no complaints about the way my life was going, and therefore, saw no reason to change it.
I lightly tapped on the screen door to get Blakely’s attention. “All finished.”
She turned off the water at the sink and gestured for me to come in while she dried her hands.
I quickly went over the new equipment with her since she was already familiar with the cameras and sensors at her business. “Do you have any questions?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
Damn. I was hoping she did. Because I wasn’t ready to leave.
I smiled tightly to cover my misplaced disappointment. “Give us a call at the office if you have any problems.”
“I will. Thank you again for everything,” she said sincerely.
“You’re welcome. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
“Oh, I almost forgot.” She darted back to the kitchen and returned with a gallon of lemonade. “I made this for you.”
