Chapter 6
Clayton
Another night with Rachel in my bed.
Another night of her intoxicating presence.
Does she feel this too?Or is it just me?
The rain gusted hard, spraying drops against the window, and she shifted closer, snuggling into my arms.
Shehadto know what she was doing to me.
I hadn’t been able to think straight since the moment she’d appeared on my porch.
Rachel made the concept of sleeping with the enemy seem awfully enticing.
But I knew in the morning any pretense of civility between us would disappear.
Because we were about to be on opposite sides of a claim.
I told my cock to behave itself, but it was almost impossible, especially when she rested her head on my chest, her hand landing low on my belly. I almost came on the spot.
Just a few more inches to Nirvana, baby. Just a few more inches down.
I spent the next twenty minutes lying on my back, trying not to move while she snuggled against me like I was her personal body pillow.
Then she slung a leg over me and I melted in place, precum dribbling from my tip.
Hot damn, this whole situation was going to end up going bad. I justknewit.
Chapter 7
Rachel
The next morning, I discovered that Clayton had made someplans. He was a sneaky fucker. No knight in shining armor here.
“I’m sitting in on Mrs. Andretti’s claim today so I might as well do all of them,” he announced over breakfast, already dressed in work boots and a clean flannel. “I’ll be at Winslow Harrison’s claim. And Hudson Woods’. And Angela Patterson’s, too. She’s friends with my buddy Nolan Harper.”
I set down my coffee mug, tension coiling in my shoulders. How could he know who I was visiting today?
The rumor mill in this town must be working overtime because my laptop was locked with an encrypted password so complex that this simple mountain mancouldn’thave cracked it.
“All of them?” I asked, a certain brusqueness entering my tone that I reserved for when I had to deal with contractors on the job.
“Allof them,” he rumbled back, his eyes sparking fire.
I’d spent last night in this man’s bed trying not to slip onto his cock. I should have known better.
Clayton had probably just been using his sex appeal to try to get what he wanted.
He’d had this planned all along!
Contractors had every legal right to attend claim inspections. I knew that.
But in my experience, their presence usually meant an hour of butting heads while they tried to spin everything in favor of the homeowner. The worst ones would try to distract me from the obvious fraud issues on the site.
My relationship with men who swung hammers was contentious at best.
