Page 24 of Sweeter Than Honey
The concern in his voice touched her. “No… yes. I don’t know.”
“I’ll fix something once I get back inside.”
“You don't have to trouble yourself for me.”
His voice lightened. “Too late.”
A small smile pulled her lips. “Well, since I’m already disrupting your incredibly busy life, any chance you’re going into town today? I need to hit up Waldo Electronics to purchase a laptop so I can keep up with my business. I left without anything but my phone.”
“Waldo’s, huh? Have you been to Estes before?”
“Yep. Used to vacation here with my family. I was hoping the store was still there. My father knew Bub Waldo.”
“Huh. Not many out of towners know that place. Bub died a handful of years ago. His son runs it now.”
She’d heard that on social media. “I’m sure he can help me find something. I’d rather give them my business than a big box store. I just need a simple laptop to connect to your Wi-Fi if you don’t mind, so I can check in... what’s that look on your face?”
He shifted his weight, turning slightly and showing off the bulge of his huge bicep. “I don’t have internet.”
“You’re kidding.”
He shrugged. “I don’t suppose you can work without it?”
She ran a hand over her mouth. Could this get any worse? “Look, Beard, I didn’t pull in seven figures last year by licking envelopes and stamps.”
His eyebrows shot up, but he didn’t say anything. Cara waved it off.
“It’s fine. I’m sure I can try connecting the internet to the laptop through my phone.”
“Cell service is spotty here. Best times of day are like, now, before cloud cover moves in, or after 9:00 p.m.”
They stared at each other again. It was difficult for her to keep her eyes on his face. His very attractive, wildly handsome face.
“You’re really making my morning here, Jett.”
“Happy to help.” He walked out and closed her door.
Smushing her face in an armful of blanket, Cara took a few deep breaths. She needed a shower, some food, and a laptop. She’d feel better once she could dive into work. Grabbing her phone from the nightstand—sure enough, no service— she made a list of phone calls to make and emails to send once she figured out the Wi-Fi issue. She had to check in with Olive today and see how things were going. Thinking about work made her feel better. It was the one constant she could rely on right now.
After showering, she towel-dried her hair and worked it into a French braid. Delighted to find the nausea had mostly subsided, she rifled through her paltry selection of clothes and settled on a pair of wide-legged linen pants and a boxy white tee shirt. She’d brought mostly jeans and joggers, tee shirts, and a hoodie. As her belly grew, she’d need different clothes. It seemed surreal that she’d be here that long.
With Jett.
She wasn't big on wearing makeup but put in a pair of gold star cluster studs that she’d created. Her face was a bit pale, but her skin was flawless. Light bags lined her eyes, and her brows needed some serious attention. Ha. Like it mattered. She was in hiding, sort of. Her appearance should be the last thing on her mind yet being holed up with the hottest man she’d ever seen had a way of pulling her feminine strings.
No, dumbass. Those are pregnancy hormones. That’s all.
Fetching her leather portfolio and a pen from her bag, she made her way to the kitchen. Jett was there, his back to her as he placed something on a tray lined with foil.
Dark jeans hugged his perfect, tight ass. A gray tee shirt stretched over his muscular back, the fabric clinging as if he’d put it on while his skin was still damp, his hair gleaming in the lights as if it were wet. Jett, in the shower, water spilling over that dark skin and black hair, arms bulging as he ran his hands over his head to push his hair away from his face...
“Hey, I said have a seat if you want.”
“What?” The word came out as a squeak.
“Sit down and keep me company with your charming personality.”
He slapped a few pieces of raw bacon onto the tray. She tried to focus on it instead of him. His expression skewed when he saw her staring. “What’s the matter? You don’t eat meat?”
