“I think we’re ready to start the boy’s bathroom.”
“Good,” I sigh. “Cam said the floor ate his shoe again.”
Mitch shakes his head. “Yeah, let’s fix that first.”
I stand on my feet, reaching over my head to stretch my body. Once I’m done, I hold a hand out to Mitch. He grins before placing his hand in mine. I pull, helping him to his feet. In reality, I’m doing nothing. Mitch is thick and solid; I’d never really be able to lift him up. He gets to his feet, dwarfing my short 5’5 height.
Mitch had one of those bodies that not everyone appreciates. He was muscular, with thick arms and wide shoulders. His chest was like a barrel. Yet, he didn’t have a six-pack. He had a slight belly. To others it might not be attractive, but to me, it was the sexiest thing.
“I’m going to head home and shower. I’ll be back in an hour. Think you’ll be ready to go by then?” he asks, staring down at me.
I was so busy thinking of his body, I almost missed his question.
“Uh yeah. Yeah definitely.”
He grins. Although his full beard covers his dimples, I can still tell they are there by the way his cheeks dip in.
“Walk me out so you can lock the door,” he demands.
I step back so he can make his way to my front door. The way his dark t-shirt stretches over his wide back and the way it slowly draws in closer as you get to his waist keeps my attention. And lord knows this man can wear the hell out of some jeans.
Andrew loved to dress up. I hardly ever saw him in jeans. I won’t lie, my ex could do damage in a damn suit. But not even he had an ass as nice as Mitch’s. You could bounce a quarter off that thing. I run into the back of Mitch when he stops suddenly at the door.
He spins around just in time to catch me from bouncing off him and hitting the floor.
“You alright?”
The embarrassment heats my face.
“Yeah. Sorry, I was thinking about...” How good your ass looks in those jeans. “The bathroom.”
He stares down at me, those blue eyes narrowing as if he’s trying to see through my lie.
“Okay,” he finally says. “Well, lock up before you go.”
He turns away and I grimace at the fact that he thinks I meant I had to use the bathroom. As soon as Mitch steps onto the porch, I shut the door and lock it. He won’t leave until he hears the sound of that lock.
Peeking through the blinds on the door, I watch as he stands on my porch for a second. He looks as if he’s contemplating something. His brow is pinched, and his hands are fisted down at his sides. Before I could open the door and ask if he’s alright, he turned and walked down the porch.
Turning my back to the door, I let out a deep breath. No matter how much I like to admire my sons’ godfather, it’s all I will ever be able to do. I missed my opportunity to be with Mitch the day Andrew asked for my number. Not that I had a chance back then or now.
Pushing away from my front door, I make my way to my bedroom to get ready for my day.
“Are you sure this is all we need?” I ask as Mitch pulls another sheet of wood from the shelf and places it on our rolling cart.
“Yeah. You only have a small spot on the subfloor that needs to be replaced. The rest of the floor is good.”
Before I bought my new house, I knew nothing about flooring and subflooring. I couldn’t tell you what material they used to build a house other than wood and nails. However, the last few months have given me a crash course in construction. I now know how to hang drywall, find studs, and rip up and lay tile. I can probably knock down a wall and rebuild it at this point.
“This won’t be a repeat of my bathroom, will it?” I ask teasingly.
Mitch chuckles as he places the plywood onto the cart. Once he’s done, he turns and shakes his head.
“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“We went to the store six times in one day.”
His deep laughter filled the space again. “Hey, we finally got everything we needed, and now your primary bathroom is your favorite room in the house.”
