“He’s white. A Great Pyrenees I think. Maybe mixed with something else, but he’s a big fluff of a thing with a feather duster of a tail and the biggest dark eyes you ever did see.”
“Sounds like it’s love already.”
I grinned. “It really is.”
“Where is he?”
“Back at Dutch’s house.” It flew out of my mouth before I could temper it.
Court’s eyebrow rose. “Dutch, huh?”
I blew out a breath. “We kinda found him together.” I climbed down from the scaffolding to move it over to finish hanging the pages.
Courtney hooked my arm. “Uh-huh.” She dragged me over to a table and made me sit down. “Spill it.”
“Don’t you have to go home?”
“Later. Tell me everything.”
I huffed out a laugh.
“Oh, I wanna hear!” Jenna came out from behind the counter with a large water for me, along with two iced teas for Court and herself. She sat them down on the table between us.
I sighed. “There’s not much to tell.”
That I was willing to tell. They definitely didn’t need to know I actually slept with him—even if my clothes stayed on.
“Liar.” Courtney ripped off the straw wrapper and stabbed it into her drink. She took a long drink and gave Jenna a grateful smile. “Goddess.”
Jenna jammed a straw into hers and did the same then gave me an on-with-it gesture.
“He’s very rude and grumpy.”
Court wrinkled her nose. “Good grumpy like you know—Bucky Barnes from the Avengers kind of grumpy, but you still want to rip his clothes off?”
I spluttered and coughed.
Jenna laughed. “Gonna say yes on that one.”
I coughed into my elbow. “He’s attractive. If you’re into tall guys who look like they could play in a Fleetwood Mac cover band.”
Jenna gave a little shrug. “I’ve gone through my guitar dude days.”
“Are we talking the drummer or the hot guitarist?”
I snickered. “More like just the hair. Actually, he looks more like he’d be in the Eagles.” I tapped my finger against my lip.
“Okay, so we’re talking beard then?”
My fingertips buzzed as I remembered touching his face. “Yes. Nice lips. Gray eyes that remind me more of silver than gray skies.”
“What was this about not really knowing him?” Court said as she hunched over her drink.
“I’m an artist, I notice stuff.”
“Uh-huh.” Jenna folded her hands around her cup. “Give me more.”
“He doesn’t talk much. More grunts than anything else. He had a bit of a spill on the beach and Mouse and I rescued him.”
