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“Of course he does.” I shake my head at her absurdity. Is Enzo perfect? No. Far from it. But is there anything worth complaining over? I’m not sure. Sure, he wakes up at the crack of dawn. He’s almost a neat freak. I hardly have to lift a finger around him, but those aren’t things to complain about. “If anything, he’s too attentive.”
“Oh, that’s a serious problem. We should report him to Bad Husbands R Us,” she scoffs.
“Ha… Ha… Very funny.” I roll my eyes at her ridiculousness. “He’s got his flaws, just like anyone else.”
“Whatever you say, Sam.”
The intercom buzzes, interrupting our conversation. ”Lexi… I’ve got Marie on the other line. Do you want me to take a message or is this a good time?”
I nod in her direction and I get up to leave.
Lexi mouths, “We’ll catch up later.”
I spend the rest of the day meeting with clients via phone conferences and reading over a manuscript for a prospective client. I’m relieved to find it intriguing, and I have high hopes we’ll be able to sign her. I’m just about finished for the day when I get a text from Enzo.
Enzo: What’s your ETA?
Me: I’m just about to leave and pick up the kids. Why?
Enzo: I told Frankie I’d take her shopping. Meet at the school?
The thought of seeing him still has the same effect on me as when we were first dating. Butterflies zing as tingles disperse along my spine. I hope I never get over this reaction.
Me: Sure. See you in 20.
I make it there with plenty of time to spare, but somehow, Enzo’s waiting for me in the parking lot. He’s sexy as hell as I see him step from his Range Rover to greet me. He’s dressed in dark denim, a navy Henley, and brown-leather work boots. My mouth dries at the sight of him and I have to remind myself I’m in public.
He greets me with a sexy, dimple-popping smile, as if just seeing me has made his year. I roll down my window and he lowers his head to brush a kiss against my lips. He pulls back, all too short in my opinion, and a smirk forms on his face. “Hey, beautiful. How was your day?”
“It’s been good. How about you?” He reaches out to push a loose strand of hair behind my ear. The sensation of the electrical current that is ever present, sends a shiver down my spine.
“Decent. I have the next few days off. What do you think about making use of the time and painting the nursery? I’ll paint it while you’re at work so the strong fumes will disperse before you return home.”
I rest a hand on my protruding belly and grin. “That sounds good. These guys will be here before we know it.”
As we wait for the kids to get out of school, we make plans for the room. We discuss paint colors and the furniture we’ll need. He says he’ll stop by and pick up some samples while he and Frankie are out this afternoon. I’m sure she’ll have an opinion, too. That should be interesting. Last time she picked out paint, she was dead set on pink and purple.
Later at home, I find myself lost on the internet, delving deep into my favorite social media site. Who knew looking for decorating ideas would be so time consuming? It’s then that reality sets in.Holy crap! We have to buy two of everything.
“Well, that is the plan, beautiful. What did you think having twins meant?” Enzo chuckles from behind me on the couch.Shit. I didn’t know he was behind me.I turn to look in his direction and the beautiful smirk on his face has his dimple popping, which makes me lose all train of thought.
He sits beside me, placing an arm behind me to pull me closer. “Show me what you’ve got.”
“Well, I have a few things tagged as my favorites. Let me know what you think.”
As I show him my ideas, his eagerness gets the better of him and it turns into an all-out brainstorming session. All of a sudden, we’re going from simply painting a room and putting some baby furniture inside, to building custom shelves that will also serve as changing tables. He insists on customizing the closet to utilize the space the best we can.
Enzo’s eagerness is a sight to be seen. He’s completely animated as he suggests adding on to our house to give Maddie a new room, and converting her room into a playroom for the babies since their rooms are adjacent to one another. Of course, I squash that idea like a bug. I insist the babies will be fine sharing a room. He reluctantly agrees, and I make him promise not to go overboard. Though his definition and mine of what overboard means are entirely two different things.
The next day when I come home from work, the room next to ours is unrecognizable. All the furniture has been removed, shelves are being made, and the walk-in closet now has a state-of-the-art organizer inside of it, which includes built-in dressers for each of the kids.
If I thought the room was impressive, that’s nothing compared to what I see next. My jaw drops when I spot Enzo, with his shirt off, low-slung jeans resting on his hips, and a tool belt strapped around his waist. His carved, muscular back faces me as I feel my mouth go dry and all my breath leave me.
Holy freaking hell. If the kids weren’t just down the hall, I’d let my fantasies run wild.Who knew I had hot construction worker fantasies?
“I’m happy to make all your fantasies come true, Samantha,” Enzo states matter-of-factly. “Though, I’d prefer not to have company either.”
Shit! Did I just say that aloud?I cover my face with my hands and laugh. “I’m blaming that on pregnancy hormones.”
