Page 20 of Summer Love

"You're a good granddaughter."

She looked away from me. "Oh, I don't know about that."

I balanced the food in my hand and unlocked the door, pushing it open so she could precede me inside. "Did you get the estimate?"

"I did, but it seems lower than what we expected."

I shrugged and then fudged the truth so she'd accept it. "I gave you the family discount. Dad insisted since you're doing the article on the family."

"Well, thank you."

I raised a brow. "Do you want me to move forward?"

"Grams is so excited to sit on her porch again."

I raised a brow. "She's not excited about the eye candy?"

Elena laughed. "That too. I'm sorry about her. She can be outspoken."

"I don't mind. I think she's great."

"Yeah?" Elena asked as I handed her the coffee.

"Your Grams is one of a kind. I can see why you wanted to live closer to her."

"I think she needs to live in that cottage, and I intend for her to be able to stay for as long as she wants." She opened her coffee lid and poured one cream in, stirring it.

I took my coffee upstairs where we stopped working yesterday. "Are you ready for more drywall installation?"

"My arms are sore, but I'm limber and ready to go, boss."

I looked her over; she looked fresh in light-wash jeans with rips that I was fairly positive were there on purpose, and a white T-shirt she'd tied at her waist. Her hair was braided in two plaits, one on either shoulder. She grabbed her hard hat and put it on her head. I never thought much about what it would be like to work with a woman. We rarely had female crew members, but working with this one was distracting. She was adorable in that outfit. She should have been the one getting a glossy spread in a magazine. Blond hair, blue eyes, and curves in all the right places. "What do you think about using the screwgun today?"

She blanched. "I don't know anything about tools."

I grinned. "You can't hang around a Kingston and not learn. Come on."

She walked slowly over to me as if she was nervous.

"Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you," I assured her when she reached me.

"Has anyone ever lost a finger?" she asked, her gaze lifting to meet mine.

"From a screwgun? Not that I know of." I moved a piece of drywall into place, then marked where we put the screws.

I gestured for her to stand in front of me. Then I wrapped her fingers around the handle. "All you have to do is hold it like this and pull the trigger until the screw is where you want it."

"This sounds very naughty," Elena said surprising me.

"Tsk-tsk. Are you talking dirty to a contractor?"

She laughed and looked up at me. "I think you're talking dirty to me."

"Just don't write about this in your article."

She wiggled her butt slightly, and she rubbed against me. I stilled, barely daring to breathe.

She moved forward again, thankfully, and asked, "Are you going to help me?"

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