Page 28 of Burning Love
That held more appeal than anything else.
That and the price of the house that was in tax sale he’d gotten at a steal. The mortgage he took out covered the bulk of the big costs and repairs.
When it was done, it’d be close to a brand new house.
“I do. It’s quiet and no one is giving me shit over my motorcycle.”
“That’s a good point. I like that we’ve got some space between the houses, but there are still a lot of people around and they all know who owns the house.”
“I’m sure,” he said.
“My mother is good about putting her foot down and people don’t come around. At least those she doesn’t trust.”
“My half bath is here. I finished it last week. I was going to put the trim up today.”
“I’m sorry I pulled you away from work.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’d rather have a smoking chick on the back of my bike any day over listening to a saw running. I can do that any time I want.”
She laughed. “I’m sure you can get a smoking chick on the back of your bike any time you want too.”
“I’m not out there trying.”
“And yet you still got me.” She bumped her shoulder into his. “Give me the rest of the tour and then I’ll start dinner.”
He showed her his laundry room, half bath, office and then the two spare rooms that had new sheetrock and nothing but subflooring in them, then the hall bathroom that was bare down to the studs.
“This is the next project once the downstairs is complete. It was better to demo it with everything else at once. The only reason I didn’t put sheetrock in here like I did the other rooms is because I’m not positive of the layout yet.”
“It’s like a blank canvas. How fun.”
“It’s fun when you’re not the one doing the work.”
“If you didn’t want to do it, you wouldn’t be. Right?”
“True. This is my room.”
They moved into the room. The first one complete. He’d had this done before his kitchen when he moved in.
“This is so you too.”
He shrugged. “It’s just a room.”
“You’re not big on decor, but it’s still nice.”
His blue walls were bare of any artwork. He had a king sized bed and matching dresser with a TV hung on the wall over it. Nothing more. It was pretty bare. He hadn’t seen her space when he answered the alarms, but he was betting she had all sorts of decorations.
“My bathroom.”
She popped her head in. “That shower is massive. I wish mine was that big. It’s not. I’ve got a shower stall, but it’s about average size. If I want to take a bath, I have to go to a bathroom upstairs.”
He didn’t want to picture her naked in the tub.
Bubbles floating around, a glass of wine next to her, maybe a candle lit. Music would be playing.
He started to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
