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He moves so quickly until he’s in front of me, his hand on my arm, sending tingles in its wake. “You’re absolutely beautiful, Izzy.”
Some of my steam from his rudeness evaporates at his kind words, and I feel my face softening. Then the door swings open.
“Where do you want this?”
That breaks whatever Carter and I had, but it keeps me busy for quite a while so I don’t have to think about the way Carter makes me feel. The want that burns so deep for the man I just met. Directing the furniture is my escape … for now.
CHAPTER THREE
THE HOUSE IS A HOME. WELL, IT’S GETTING CLOSER TO A HOME WITH MY FURNITURE IN PLACE. With all the men, it only took a couple hours, not even long enough for me to pull out all the stuff I bought for sandwiches for the guys to eat.
As soon as the last box was placed in the kitchen, all the men left. All except for Carter, who’s been unrolling glasses and mugs, setting them in the cabinet. After that, he moved on to the plates and silverware, to which I needed to direct him on where things went. The funny thing is, I didn’t know where they went, just made it up along the way.
“You don’t have to stay, you know,” I tell him as we finish yet another box. He’s been here for hours without his guys; surely, he needs to get going to do something else rather than help me unpack.
“I’m good,” he responds, opening another box and pulling out my toaster. I direct him to the counter by pointing. “What are your plans while here?”
“I’m not sure. I need to get my computers up and running, and WI-FI going for my work. Other than that, relax.”
He pauses, his brows coming together in thought. “Why do you need computers to work?”
“I’m a software designer. I create new programs or alter ones already in use to suit my clients’ needs.”
“Come.” He takes my hand and leads me to the brown leather sectional couch where we sit. “And you can do all that from up here in the mountains?”
Happiness fills me that he’s curious about what I do. I love it and can talk about it for hours. The last guy I was with told me it was geeky, and he didn’t want to hear another word about it, so I didn’t mention it. “I can do it anywhere I have a computer and WI-FI. It’s the best part of my job.”
He clasps his hands. “I take it you like it.”
“Absolutely. It’s challenging, and I’m good at it.”
He puts his knee on the couch, facing me, and I mimic his stance, garnering his full attention. I suck it up.
“What do you do?” I ask.
A sexy as hell smile rolls over his lips. “A business man. Run my family’s company.”
“Doing …?” I encourage him to continue.
Carter smirks. “We have several businesses that we keep in line. The bakery in town is one that we own, as well as one of the diners.”
“Ah, so the donuts were a because-you-had-them thing.”
He leans over and grips my leg. “No, it’s a we-were-hungry-and-thought-you’d-like-them-too thing.”
“It was nice.”
He gives me a squeeze then releases me as a knock comes to the door.
“Who in the world is this? I barely know anyone, and it’s like Grand Central Station here.”
I make a move to get up, but Carter says, “I’ll get it,” holding out his arm for me to sit.
“Really …”
“Really.” His tone is curt, forcing me to listen.
He comes back with Owen on his heels.
