Page 27 of Somewhere We Belong

“Sorry,” I mumbled, seeing a drop of water slide down the curve of her neck to her chest down her ample breasts.

“Ok,” she said, pushing me back. I reluctantly stepped back except her damn towel caught on my utility knife, pulling it free of her body.

“Oh, shit.”

“No!” she yelled, trying to pull it back, flinching because she used her hurt shoulder.

Shit,” I murmured, trying to get the towel off as I glanced at Nova and her golden skin that was marred with bruises and a set of tits that made my mouth water.

“Colt!” she hissed. “Oh my god, fuck this.”

She pushed me to the side walking into the bedroom, giving me a great view of her ass. I bit back a groan as the door shut in my face.

“Sorry,” I said again, feeling like I needed to do something.

Before I did something stupid—like barge into her room and kiss the shit out of her—I left her towel on the door, headed to my room to grab my phone, keys and get the fuck out of here.

Images of her body plagued me as I got into my car, revving my engine and taking off. I adjusted my cock as it stayed hard the entire drive to her house. Fuck, I didn’t even bring tools, but there was no way I was going back. I was avoiding her at all costs now because I wouldn’t be able to look at her without imagining fucking her against a wall.

Dammit, this was the last thing I needed.

I parked my car, got out and climbed onto the roof immediately. Taking the tarp off was tricky, but once it was off I saw where the repair was needed. Whoever had patched this up before had done an awful job, used too many nails and not using the correct pattern for the shingles.

Dammit, did Nova do this?

It did look like some rookie did it and it wouldn’t surprise me if Nova thought she could do it herself. That woman thought she was the only person for any job. I sighed, walking aroundthe roof seeing two other patches that looked badly done. At this point, she needed to get a new roof. I made notes on my phone on what I would need for the repair before getting off. I called Marv as I got into my car to see what had happened.

“This is Marv!” he yelled.

I flinched. “Hey Marv, it's Colt.”

“Hey, Colt, what can I do for you? Need a new roof at that cabin? I got time this week,” he said quickly.

“Actually, I don't think we do, but I was wanting to ask about Nova’s roof.”

“Who?” he asked.

“Nova Diaz,” I said confused.

“I don’t know who that is,” he said.

“She owns the cabin that is close to our ranch?—”

“Oh yeah, what about her?” he interrupted me.

“I was wondering if you were going to have time to come out and repair it, she said she has been asking you for weeks.”

He was silent for a second. Something about this felt weird.

“Well, when she gives me a deposit, I was going to head out there,” he grumbled. “She took forever to pay me last time and I wasn't going to go out there and wait months to get paid.”

“Huh, she said she gave you a deposit,” I said.

“Well, she probably forgot that she didn’t, hey, look I got to go.” He hung up on me.

I rolled my eyes my intuition was telling me something was wrong about the conversation with Marv, but maybe she had forgotten. I headed into town, spending too much time at the hardware store, debating if I should just install a new roof for her. All these patches were just Band-aids just making things more expensive for her. I ended up grabbing enough supplies to fix a portion of the roof that was needed. The forecast said we would get rain tomorrow and I think I could get it done in time.

While I was in town, I grabbed something for dinner and then talked to Bill at the shop wondering if he had anything for me. A bike was supposed to come in a few days, an old roadster, and I couldn’t wait until I could work on it. Bikes were my favorite thing to work on. It helped that word was getting out that I was a good mechanic.

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