Not have to lock my doors…
“I’ll see you when I get home,” I say.
“Later.”
“Bye.”
I end the call.
It takes just a few minutes to get everything put away. I do one final check for anything that needs to go home with me and then turn toward the door. But as soon as I pivot, I spy a car pulling up in the driveway.
“Who is that?” I mumble.
It comes to an abrupt stop next to my truck … and then Pippa climbs out.
Her legs are long and tanned, capped with a pair of light-colored shorts. A black tank top stretches across her chest and highlights her curves.
All of them.
She raps against the door. I clear my throat so I don’t sound as thirsty as I am.
“Come in,” I say.
She pushes the door open and steps inside. Her gaze finds mine moments before her eyes narrow.
“Whoa,” I say, laughing. “What’s that look for?”
“I can’t take it anymore.”
Huh? I hold out my hands. “Can’t take what?”
“Jess, if you’re fucking with me,stop. I’m ready to have a breakdown over this because my email stopped allowing me to unsend messages, and I don’t know what to do now. I’m in limbo while I wait for you to respond, and you’re not responding, and it’s been all day. Okay?”
I set my toolbox on the floor. “First of all, breathe.”
She inhales a lungful of air.
“Good. Now what the fuck are you talking about?”
She exhales as her cheeks turn pink.
Holy fuck, she’s beautiful.
She’s naturally pretty, yet not perfect. There’s a scar on the side of her neck from a run-in with a fence when she was a teenager. One of her eyebrows was cut at some point in the past, and her hair refuses to grow in the crevice. A slight cowlick lifts her hair just off-center on the right side of her head and all of it somehow works to make her even more attractive.
She’s perfect for me.
Her chin lifts. Her eyes are wild. They blaze with a fieriness that makes my cock hard.
“Do you check your email?” she asks.
“Yeah.”
“Have you checked it today?”
“Uh, no. I’ve been working all day.”
She clears her throat, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “May I ask you to let me see your emails, please?”