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"How..." She knew she had to say something instead of stare at his face. "How do you know about all of this stuff?"
He smiled a little and she mirrored the expression. "I'm a contractor. It's what I do when I'm not on shift at the firehouse."
"Wait, what?" She openly stared at him. "After you walk into fires and pull people out of mangled cars you don't go home and rest? You go and build houses?"
His smile deepened and she found herself swooning a little.
"Well, I haven't built a house from ground to roof yet, because I just don't have the ability to work on a project every day. As it is, I have to schedule things carefully to make sure that I don't keep people waiting."
"Wow." She shook her head. "I'm... I'm impressed."
"Yeah?" He grinned at her and his dark good looks suddenly took on a more boyish air.
Kay's imagination brought up an image of a little boy with Gibson's gorgeous eyes and his broad smile.
And she suddenly understood the idiom of 'her ovaries exploded' because she was sure that it just happened, standing there in the paint chip aisle of Home Mart.
"So you need your drywall fixed? What happened?"
She nodded and wanted to crawl into the crack in the cement under her feet. "Well, I'm ashamed to admit it. But I was hanging a picture on the wall and there was a dance related accident which ended up with a hammer making a big hole in my wall. I was considering just hanging the picture higher to cover the hole in the wall, but I don't want to ignore the hole and suddenly I have a bigger problem on my hands, you know?"
Heaven help her. He was smiling, even more.
Forget Thunder from Down Under or Chippendales, did they even have that still? She would empty her bank account formoney and wave twenty-dollar bills at him if he just kept smiling at her.
He turned his head slightly to the side and the hair that was as close as he got to having bangs, flopped over and hid part of his forehead.
"How big of a hole are we talking about?"
His nose was really nice looking.
"Doctor H-"
"Kay!" She blurted out and felt her cheeks flare with heat. "I'm sorry. Please, just call me Kay."
His smile deepened. "Okay," his smile deepened, "Kay."
"Now I feel silly."
Gibson shook his head. "Don't be. Drywall can be a bit of an issue when you haven't worked with it before. Do you want me to take a look at it?"
"At my drywall?"
He shrugged. "Too personal?"
She laughed, giggling. And that only made her laugh more, because Kay Hata didn't giggle. Ever.
At least she hadn't before.
"I... I've never invited someone over to my bedroom to look at my drywall before."
Something changed in his expression. She didn't know what it was, but it was there, in his eyes.
"If you wouldn't mind." She hesitated a little. "I know even if you did explain it to me here, I'd be on YouTube looking it up when I'm at home. And I'm good with human anatomy but walls? Joists? Whatever else in my walls? Not so much."
"I'd be happy to look at it. I'll even fix it for you."
"Really?"
