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Well, at least I have that to look forward to.I lean in to give Shay a hug goodbye and turn to make my way toward the exit when I catch something out of the corner of my eye.

Wait. Is that?

Slowing my pace as I walk past the bar, I catch sight of a familiar muscular figure with broad shoulders and a thick head of dark blond hair. It’s him. I’m certain of it.

There, sitting beside a gorgeous redhead, is the hard hat hottie from the ER. He’s beaming at her as they chat animatedly, his arm draped over the back of her chair. Is it his wife? His girlfriend? A tinder date? Not that he isn’t allowed to have anyof those. It’s only innocent flirting with us. But this night has taught me one thing for certain.

Any thoughts of that hard hat hottie will have to stay in my head where they belong.

CHAPTER FIVE

HARRISON

“Oh, that’s it. Just like that,” I moan. The temptress above me lets out a giggle as she drapes a pair of black, barely there panties over my face, all the while riding my cock like a professional bull rider. I knew she’d be a perfect fit, but I wasn’t prepared for the captivating way she’d undulate above me.

My hands wrap around her full hips before sliding down to the globes of her ass as she steadily rocks back and forth. I’m so close to the edge, I could come at any moment. The feel of this curvy creature has me drenched in sweat.

“So good, baby. You feel so good.” I want to pull her down so I can suck from her pretty tits?—

Knock, knock.

The room spins as my mind whirls in confusion until my movements come to an abrupt halt, my eyes instantly fixed on the door.

Fuck. Is she married?Does he have guns in the house?Am I going to make it out of this situation alive?

Knock, knock.

“Shit,” I blurt. The second set of knocks breaking through my stupor. It’s then that I discover I’m all alone here, my grip wrapped tightly around the base of my dick like so manymornings since this construction job at Candy Cane Key Medical Center began. I hastily tuck myself back into my boxer briefs and swing my legs over the side of the bed. My balls are aching in protest at the interruption. Shaking my head, I try to ensure I’m fully awake before heading to the door. I’m fairly certain of what I’ll find. Yet, I have to admit, around here, I never quite know for sure.

Turning the knob, I cautiously crack the door to find my mother standing on the other side. Her salt and pepper colored hair is disheveled, and along with her favorite flannel nightgown, she’s wearing her usual blank expression.

“Oh, Carolyn. You lost? It’s entirely too early to visit with Harrison,” Joyce cajoles before I can utter a word.

I wipe the sweat from my brow before running my hand through my morning bed head, nervous of what my mother’s nurse may have overheard emanating from my room. I’m sure she’s used to surprises, caring for an elderly woman with profound dementia. Yet, I’ve chosen not to divulge to Joyce that her client’s son has been repeatedly visited by an extroverted sex fairy lately.

“I’m so sorry, Harrison. I was in the kitchen and didn’t hear her get up.”

“It’s okay.” Thankfully, I learned to lock my door ages ago. I make a feeble attempt to cover for my sweaty appearance. “Is the air conditioner on the fritz? It feels warmer than usual this morning.”

“Oh, that’s my fault. Your mother seemed to have a chill last night. She was so cold her lips were practically blue. I only adjusted the temp a few degrees. Once I found a fuzzy sweater and a pair of socks, she seemed to warm up quickly. But I completely forgot to turn the air back to where you like it.”

Hmmm.Wasn’t expecting to discover another reason for my overheated presentation this morning. “No, no. It’s fine.”My mother’s always been cold natured. She’s small and doesn’t expel a lot of body heat like I do. Spending most of my days in unbearable temperatures, I like to come home to my cool, comfortable sanctuary.No wonder my poor mother has always preferred flannel in Florida.I probably should adjust the thermostat to accommodate her better. “Leave it where she’s comfortable. I’ll be fine.”

Stretching my arms overhead, I attempt to get myself in gear. “Probably a good thing she woke me. Should’ve been up long before now. I need to grab a quick shower before I head to the site.” I leave out that most of mine have been cold lately, trying to tamp down my inappropriate thoughts of the nurse who visits me in my dreams.

“C’mon, Carolyn. Let’s give your son some privacy. I’ve got your coffee and a danish ready for you.” Joyce slides an arm through my mother’s and guides her toward the stairs. Shutting the door behind me, I run a palm down my face. I never quite know how the morning will greet me these days. I guess I should be relieved she didn’t walk in on me with someone.

Although, it wouldn’t be the first time that happened.

Walking into the pristine white marble ensuite, I drop my boxers before reaching into the shower to turn on the spray. There’s no longer a need to make it frigid. My mother’s impromptu appearance squelched my body’s response to overheated thoughts of pretty health care workers in tantalizing panties.

Okay, I’m an ass man. I admit it.

Realizing I need this shower to be lightning fast if I want to avoid Gus’s wrath, I make swift work of lathering up. I really need to get my shit together. I own Hightower Construction, not my foreman. But I’ve become much more burnt out on life than by the UV rays of the Florida sun. It’s as if I wake up tired. And I’m barely in my thirties.

Running my soapy hands through my hair, I recall my mother’s pride when I first ventured into this business. I was young, but bound and determined to make something of myself. I’d graduated North Pole University with a degree in business. This town is nuts. The only college here and that’s what they come up with. As bad as the name was, I stayed to remain close to my mother. And tuition was as cheap as I was going to find anywhere in the state. Let’s just say I don’t have my diploma hung proudly on my office wall for a reason.

At twenty-one years of age, I formulated a promising business plan and worked hard. There’s no denying I wanted to succeed, if only to stick it to my dad that I’d done it without him. I took construction jobs in the area and learned from the ground up. It became clear that respect was earned in this line of work. And the best way to merit that was to perform an honest day’s work, keep a professional attitude at all times, be willing to help your neighbor, and follow through on your commitments.

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