“That’s it. So good. Touch me there again.”
“Such a…” she managed. “Bitch.”
“Yes…” I whispered then slapped my hand on the table, jarring the dishes. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!” With my head thrown back, I took several deep breaths, biting back a smile and counting to ten before dropping my head once again.
With a wicked smile on my face, I grabbed the rest of my sandwich. “He’s that good. You might want to switch to the chicken salad.”
“You are such a brat.”
* * *
Why did it feel like I was being followed?
I’d checked my rearview mirror several times like some crazy woman, certain someone in a dark vehicle had followed me all the way home. Then the afternoon sun had wiped out the ability to see anything for several turns. When I’d looked again, the person had disappeared.
Which meant I was slowly losing my mind. Just what I needed.
At least I could breathe a little easier in being home. Maybe my guest was still here. That could provide an entirely different sense of comfort.
Darlene was correct. I was a brat.
Tonight, I was determined to clean and get several boxes put together. With a guest in the house, I’d already been reminded of just how much clutter remained.
As I drove into the driveway, I was going a little fast since some jerk was on my ass. Which was why when I flew by the fence, I hit the brakes with enough force gravel dust spun from under my tires.
Then I backed up, uncertain what I’d seen was real.
My God. I shoved the gear into park and climbed out, moving around the back to stand in front of newly installed sign. What in the…
Viper.
He’d installed my sign exactly where I’d wanted to put it.
Exactly.
I did a little dance, whooping and hollering as I turned in a full circle. My sign was up!
Without asking me. Maybe I’d wanted to put it somewhere else. I was shocked, so much so I stood right where I was, gawking at it for at least five minutes.
Wow.
I wasn’t certain whether to be thrilled and thankful or angry with him for being so presumptive. When I pulled up to the house, I could tell additional work had been done. Wait a minute. He had not…
He had.
My handsome guest had replaced several boards on my deck so I wouldn’t fall through them again. I was so shocked I wasn’t paying much attention to the sound of two dogs barking inside. Two. Not one. With his truck parked near mine, I knew he was home.
After grabbing the armful of supplies, I glanced at the upstairs windows, wondering if he was watching me.
I moved across the fresh boards slowly. Then I backed up and repeated the actions not once but twice. A little giddiness formed as if the future looked much brighter. When I opened the door, Iwas bowled over with love, the two pups acting as if they owned the house instead of me.
Licks and kisses, both dogs jumping on me, which I adored.
“Okay. Okay. That’s enough, babies. Let Mommy put her things down.” I was captured by the way I’d presented myself as both belonging to me.
I couldn’t allow myself to get too comfortable.
When I walked into the kitchen, I was struck by how clean everything was. I’d left my cereal bowl in the sink with water in it, now finding it in the dishwasher. The counter had been wiped, the dog bowl was full of water, and the mail on the tiny kitchen table was in a neat stack.
