“All right.”
“How are things going in Boston?” I ask, hoping at least that company is doing well.
“Things are good. We just got another warehouse space listed. Hopefully that sells quicker than the last.”
I always worked the more residential side, but Nathaniel really thought we should go into commercial sales. We decided to sort of split the business and each focus on what we were most passionate about. I also do the financials, because the one thing this man is not good at is budgeting and accounting.
“I’m sure you’ll get it done.”
He lets out a long puff of air, and I know he’s done with his run now as the sound of the machine ends, not that the man is out of breath or anything. “I’m going to check on your properties this week, and since this thing in Ember Falls seems to be a bigger issue than you anticipated, I’m going to bring in Craig, the guy I mentioned that I met at the last auction to help a little. He’ll be able to do more than I can on my own. Are you cool with that?”
“Do whatever you have to. I don’t want clients upset, so if Craig can help, that’s great.”
“All right. Go take care of your things. I need to swim a mile or two and then get to work.”
“Thanks for the wake-up call.”
“Anytime.”
We hang up, and as much as I’d love to just go to sleep, that’s not going to happen. I have a lot of things I need to do on the ranch.
I hear a noise coming from the kitchen and head to my door, opening it.
There is Tessa in the kitchen in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt that’s been cut in half, allowing me to see her flat stomach perfectly.
I lean against the doorjamb and smile.
She looks so beautiful, her earbuds are in, and she’s dancing around silently. She moves to the stove, stirring something, and then shakes her ass.
God, I want to walk up behind her, grab her hips, and kiss her neck.
Instead, I have to stand here like a creep.
I clear my throat, hoping she’ll hear me, but she doesn’t—if her ass shaking is any indication.
I walk closer and rest my backside on the counter.
Tessa moves her body side to side, and I can see she’s making eggs.
Her arms go up in a V, head falling back, and then she goes to grab the pan off the stove and turns.
When she does, those eggs go flying as she screams, holding the pan like a bat.
“Oh my God!” she yells.
I lift both hands. “It’s just me.”
Her chest heaves and she slowly lowers the pan. “Don’t ever sneak up on a girl.”
I grin. “I tried to get your attention.”
She looks down at the eggs, that are now on the floor, and sighs. “Damn it.”
I walk over, grabbing some paper towels, and laugh softly. “What were you listening to?”
Her eyes go wide and now I’m really intrigued. “Nothing really.”
“No? You seemed pretty into it.”
