“We really can’t have any now?” Nate asked.
“I think you can wait until after dinner,” Dylan reiterated.
Disappointment washed over both Nate and Braden's faces.
“Hey guys, why don’t we go outside and toss the baseball around for a while, and get out of Marissa’s way so she can finish up,” Dylan suggested.
The boys scattered, she assumed to go get their gloves.
He glanced at his watch. “I’ll take you home at five o’clock.”
She swung her gaze around the room. “I don’t think I’ll be done by then.”
The corners of his mouth lifted into the most handsome smile she’d ever seen, and as for his dimples, her fingers itched to touch them.
“That’s okay, you got far more done than I expected.”
What exactly did he mean by that? Did he think she was incapable?
“That didn’t come out right,” he quickly added. “What I meant was, it’s a big house, and there was a lot to do. Eight hours just wasn’t enough.”
“I can come back and finish tomorrow. I am almost finished with what you wanted done.”
“It’s okay, Marissa, you fulfilled your obligation.”
Good Lord, she loved hearing the sound of her name rolling off his tongue in his deep, distinctive tone. She perched her hands on her hips. “I want to finish. You paid far more than you should have for eight hours. Please let me finish tomorrow?”
Did she really just beg this man to let her clean his house? Was her life really that pathetic and lonely at home? It was. Though her dad was there, he wasn’treallythere. Home to him was just a place to pass out and regroup for his next round of drinking. But this home, the Jacobs house was so full of life, so many of them, there could be no loneliness here.
“Okay, I’ll pick you up around noon.”
“Noon?” That seemed kind of late to get started.
“Well, first we have church, then the boys have Sunday school, and then we typically visit our grandfather at the assisted living center, which gets us home about noon.”
Church, Sunday school, and old folk’s home.This guy is a saint.Though this wasn’t really a surprise to her, she had heard plenty of good things about Dylan Jacobs, but now that she was seeing and hearing of it firsthand it seemed more true, and real.