I shook his hand, intending to answer, but fell silent when his tattooed fingers brushed the skin on my wrist. Clearing my throat, I nodded, “Yes, that’s me.”
“Great. If I can have a few minutes of your time to go over everything with you, I’ll get out of your way.”
“Of course,” I smiled. But I didn’t want him to get out of my way. In fact, he could’ve stood directly in front of me all day, and I wouldn’t have minded one bit. Especially if he smelled as good as he looked.
“Is that correct?” he asked, bringing my attention back to the present.
Shit. Was what correct? I had no idea what he was talking about because I was too busy drooling over every delicious inch of him. “Uh, repair or replace the cameras that aren’t working, add two more, and add sensors to all entry points for the office,” I said, repeating what should have been on the work order.
He nodded in response. “Yes, that’s what I have here. I’ll start outside with the cameras and finish with the sensors in the office,” he said and turned toward the door.
“Thank you,” I smiled and, for some unknown reason, waved before I spun on my heel and disappeared into my office.
What in the hell was wrong with me? He was the first attractive guy I’d seen in months, and what did I do? I waved like a five-year-old. No matter how hard I tried, whenever I was nervous, I always did something completely embarrassing. Instead of being blessed with grace or elegance, I was the queen of clumsy and awkward.
Thankfully, we were closed on Sundays, so I was able to hide out in my office for the majority of the time he was there. However, that also meant I didn’t have much to do, especially during Kalen’s nap times.
When he went down for his second nap of the day, I decided to be a diligent manager and opened the blinds to keep an eye on Grant while he worked around the property.
I’d been watching him with rapt attention for a while when he wiped the sweat from his forehead and squinted up at the sun. Keeping my eyes fixed on the window, I wanted to squeal in delight when he sat back on his heels and looked around before he gripped the hem of his polo and ripped it off over his head.
“Hot fucking damn,” I breathed and rolled my chair closer to the window while I shamelessly stared at him. I’d never seen a body like his—chiseled abs, sculpted shoulders, and biceps bigger than my thighs. At least, not in person, and I wasn’t going to miss my chance to get a better view.
After a quick glance at my phone to check the temperature outside, I couldn’t stop myself. I was pretty sure he had water, but nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, was better at quenching your thirst and cooling you down than a glass of ice-cold lemonade. Since I’d made a fresh pitcher that morning, I poured a glass for him, picked up the baby monitor, and headed out the door after checking on Kalen.
Grant reached for his shirt the moment he spotted me walking toward him. “Sorry, it—”
I waved my hand dismissively. “It’s hot.” Then, I held up the glass. “Thirsty?”
He wiped the sweat from his face with a black bandana and tucked it into his back pocket before he climbed down the ladder. “Yes, ma’am,” he said and reached for the lemonade. “Thank you.”
“Did you just ma’am me?”
“Depends,” he winked. “Was I supposed to?”
I laughed. “Good answer.”
Once again, I blatantly watched as he brought the drink to his full lips and proceeded to drain the remainder of the contents in one go. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to be the glass or the lemonade.
He pointed the glass in my direction when he finished and met my eyes. “This is the best lemonade I’ve ever had,” he said seriously.
A thrill of excitement shot through me. “Would you like a refill?”
He ran his fingers over his chin. “We’re technically not supposed to accept things from customers, but that was too good to turn down.”
“I won’t tell if you won’t,” I grinned. “I’ll be right back.”
I returned a few minutes later with an insulated tumbler full of lemonade for him. “Here you go. This should keep it cold while you’re working.”
“Thank you,” he grinned and took a sip. “So fu—, uh, good.”
That grin was going to be trouble. Every tingle in my body said so.
“Thanks. I’m glad you like it.”
His grin turned into a full-on smile. “Me too.”
I was wrong. So wrong. His grin was child’s play. His smile was what was going to steal my heart. His smile and his piercing blue eyes.
