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CHAPTER SIX
Harm
Bryn walked back into the kitchen and stalled. “Did you just do your dishes?”
“Yeah, why?” I asked, closing the dishwasher.
“Fooling me indeed,” she said, walking into my body and wrapping her arms around me.
I chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “Jesus, that easy, huh?”
“Let’s just say, life has been a little rocky.” She looked up at me. “I’m not complaining, mind you. I love where I’m at now. I’ve just never had a partner.”
I smiled, kissing her quickly. “Well, you’ve got one now. You gonna let go of me long enough for me to do some work?”
“I’m thinking about it.”
God, she was cute. I liked having her soft body pressed against me. Too much to be comfortable, to be honest. All I wanted to do was take her upstairs and fuck her until she knew how gorgeous she really was. But that wasn’t gonna happen until she could get out of her head long enough to trust me.
“Okay,” she rasped, giving me one last squeeze. “Do your thing. I’ve got some laundry to do.”
“Sounds good.”
“I’ll text Briggs and let him know you’re here, but he should be home around nine thirty.”
I nodded. “I’ll start in the garage, then.”
We went our separate ways, and I grabbed my tools.
I’d gotten the garage doorknob installed and removed the front door lock when Bryn’s kid walked in.
“Hi,” he said. “Harm, right?”
I gave him a chin lift. “Yeah, hey.”
“Briggs, is that you?” Bryn called from upstairs.
“No, it’s Santa Claus,” he called back with a grin. “Who else would it be?”
She appeared at the top of the stairs, her hands on her hips. “You keep it up, buddy, I’ll shove you right back up my hoo-haw.”
I stuffed down a laugh and tried to focus on the job at hand.
“Gross, mom, we have company.”
“There’s pizza in the kitchen,” she said. “Are you hungry?”
“Starved. Thanks.” He headed that way and Bryn walked down the stairs and stood over me.
“How’s it going?” she asked.
“Good.” I leaned back on my heels. “You good?”
“I’m great. Two loads of laundry done. I’ve stripped the beds, dusted, and cleaned the bathrooms,” she said. “I’m trying to give you space.”
“You don’t have to do that, Bryn.”
“Yes, I do.”
