“What are you doing with the space up there?”
Brynnon smiled. “That’s the master suite.”
“Mastersuite?”
“It’s just a fancy way of saying my bedroom and bathroom,” she chuckled. “It was originally used as attic space. After I bought it, I decided to utilize the space for a better purpose.”
He put his hands in his pockets and turned his brows inward. “Why three bedrooms?”
“What do you mean?”
“Just that there are already two bedrooms down here. It’s just you, right?”
“Well, yeah. But I’m hoping someday the right guy will come along and love the cabin as much as I do. For now, one of the other bedrooms will be a spare and the other my office. At least until...” Brynnon trailed off.
“Until what?”
She blushed. “Until a baby comes along.”
A shadow she didn’t understand fell over his face. “You want kids?”
“Sure.” She smiled. “Don’t you?”
Rather than answer the question, Grant pulled his hands from his pockets and started looking around again. “So, what is it you need to get done here today? I’d rather not be too late getting back on the road. Nighttime means less visibility, which in turn means we’re more vulnerable.”
Wow. Whiplash much?
Blinking, Brynnon recovered from the sudden change in topic. “Um, not much. I need to take a few measurements in the room upstairs. The furniture I ordered will be in soon and I want to make sure I know where I want everything to make the set-up easier. Once my bedroom’s done and I clean a few things up, this place will be ready to go.”
“Let’s get that done so we can get back to the city.”
Resisting a roll of her eyes, Brynnon went to the kitchen. Just when she thought she was making headway with the guy, he turns back into Oscar the Grouch.
“I still think you’re taking this whole bodyguard business a little too seriously,” she spoke over her shoulder as she removed her jacket.
Laying it over the back of one of her bar stools, she walked to the sink and opened the cabinet below. Brynnon reached for the small tool bag she kept there, continuing her thoughts as she began digging for her measuring tape.
“I mean, you’ve been with me nearly two full days and there hasn’t been the slightest sign of danger.”
She stood back up just in time to see Grant’s eyes shift away quickly. Fully aware he’d been checking her out, Brynnon fought a smug smile, pretending as if she hadn’t noticed.
Walking past him, she put a slight wiggle into her walk as she moved up the stairs a little more slowly than usual. When he cleared his throat from behind her, Brynnon had to literally bite her lip to keep from laughing.
Once inside the empty room, she quickly went to work, trying to measure the areas she wanted to put her dresser, bed, and twin nightstands. When the metal tape decided not to stay put, she stood to find something to help keep it in place...and ran into a solid wall of muscle.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, startled.
Grant looked down at her, his gaze impossible to read. “Need some help?”
“Um, yeah,” she swallowed. “That would be great. Thanks.”
A few seconds later, Brynnon realized not only had she not moved, but her hand was still resting against his rock-hard chest.
“Sorry.” She jumped back, nearly stumbling in the process.
“Where do you want me?”
The deep, rumbled words left her aching in all the right places. And flustered. “I...um...what?”
