Page 28 of All Because I Found You

“Uh… if you want to grab a drink or something, take whatever you want from the fridge. I’ll be right in.”

“Sounds good. Do you want anything?”

“Sure.”

A new spark of energy brightened her face, and she strutted away. His eyes lingered on the sexy sway of her ass as she made her way around the house. He focused his attention back on the grill, brushing the grates a little too hard. Forcing himself to stop, he put the brush on its hook and headed toward the house.

Raelyn stood in the kitchen, tapping a finger on her chin and looking around. Two bottles of beer sat on the counter.

“Second drawer on the left.”

She jumped at his voice and spun, holding her chest. “Sheesh. You scared me.”

“Did you think I was the woman in white coming to bitch to you about my problems?”

“I seriously never should have told you that story.”

“But you did.”

“And you’re going to torture me with it for an eternity.”

“Something like that.”

She opened the drawer and took out the bottle opener. “There you are,” she said to the inanimate object as if it were a missing pet. She popped the tops and handed him a bottle. The cold glass felt good against his hand.

“Thanks.”

“Is the corn ready to go?” she asked, peering at them in the pot.

“I think so.” He took a sip of his beer, then placed it on the table before going to the pot and taking out the two pieces of corn. He shook them off into the sink, grabbed a hand towel, and made for the door. Raelyn followed, her presence known by the heavy clunks of her shoes on the hardwood.

“I got it.” She pushed past him and grabbed the door, holding it open for him.

He stepped through, and she closed the door behind them.

“You’re coming? Afraid the woman in white is going to join you at the table?”

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, it’s getting old. Ha. Ha. But for your information, I wouldn’t be surprised if your house is haunted. Have you seen it?”

“My house is not haunted.”

“It’s very um… dark.”

“It’s all the original wood.” He prided himself on preserving the historical value of the home and not ruining it by modernizing it with current trends. “Do you think I’m going to paint everything white like they do on all those home improvement shows?”

“I think those houses look very nice.”

“Of course you do.”

Her head jolted back. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He stopped at the grill, lifted the lid, and placed the corn in their husks onto the grates. “It’s very trendy right now, and I assume you follow trends.”

“Why would you assume that?” Her eyes narrowed, and he was enjoying this far too much.

“You just seem like the type.”

“I’m not sure if I should take that as an insult or not.”

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