He doesn’t move to take the card from me. “How about we make a deal, then?”
“What kind of deal?” I’m skeptical, but he’s got me intrigued.
“You cook your best Chinese dishes for dinner for me this week, and I’ll get your plumbing in order.”
Dinners? That’s it? A plumbing job like this might cost thousands!
But I don’t even have money for the groceries.
I start to decline when he adds, “I’ll give you money for the ingredients you need, too,” as if reading my mind.
Getting the plumbing done would allow me to get some guests in and bring in some money to pay for the remainder of the projects this place needs done.
This is sounding too good to be true. “What’s the catch?” I narrow my eyes again. “You’re not expecting sexual favors or anything, are you? Because I’m not?—”
“No, no!” he waves his hands in front of him. “Nothing like that. I’m just sick of frozen pizza.”
His face has gone beet red, and I try to hide my smile, as his pale eyes dart away.
He really is cute. And I’d be a fool to pass this up.
“Deal,” I say, with newfound hope.
CHAPTER 3
SULLY
Homemade Chinese food for a whole week!
Score.
Sure, I didn’t give her the piece of my mind I meant to…but she was crying. She’s down on her luck. I’m not heartless.
And she’s fucking beautiful. A sexy pint sized dream.
Now I’m nervous as hell.
Plumbing I can do with my eyes closed.
But women? I’m not good with women. They scare the crap out of me. Especially little spitfires who make my jeans tight.
“I’ll go get my shop vac and fans to clean and dry this place,” I say, getting back to business. “But we won’t be able to turn the water on until I can do some diagnostics.”
“So I won’t have water tonight?”
I shake my head. “You can stay at my place for the night.” God, what the hell am I doing?
“I can?”
“I’ve got guest rooms.”
“You could be a murderer.”
“I wouldn’t get a week's worth of dinners if I murdered you.”
She wrinkles her nose. “True.”
“Besides, you could be a murder. I’m the one putting my life in danger.”