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“It’s plenty. It’s a small job.”

“What if I wanted to hire you for other jobs?”

“Then I’d give you another quote.”

She glances back down at the email. Back up at me.

“You’re sure?”

I nod, still smiling. “I’m sure. I’ll bring the rest and arrange everything once they arrive.”

“You’ll order those, too?”

I nod. “We pride ourselves on being full-service.”

Margo lets out a sigh of relief. “That’s a big load off my shoulders. Thank you.”

I like hearing that. She shouldn’t have to do every damn thing herself.

“Just doing my job.”

She glances up at me.

“Would you like a muffin? I’ve got overstock from yesterday since I closed a bit early.”

I’m not much for sweets, but I nod.

She smiles. Turns around.

I try not to watch the swing of her hips.

I feel like a dirty old man.

At least I brought a quote.

It doesn’t stop me from following her inside.

CHAPTER SIX

MARGO

Marcus Sterling is huge. Like, crazy huge.

Dios mío. From behind the counter, I watch him walk through my door. His shoulders barely fit through it. He has to turn slightly, but he seems used to it.

I glance up at him as he approaches the counter.

“How tall are you?”

I’m going to need a stepladder or a little cooperation.

“I dunno.”

I snort. “Come on. Guys as big as you must get asked this all the time.”

He gives me a smile that’s almost a smirk. “Six-foot-five.”

Christ.