Mina chuckled. “That’s what a lot of it is too.” She sighed. “He said he would clean it out.” She shook her head. “It’s not as full as it was when I looked at the place before putting in an offer, but his definition of cleaning it out and mine are wildly different.”
I agreed. The space should be empty of anything not bolted down. “Don’t worry about it, though. Anything you don’t get through, my crew and I will pitch.”
“Can you guys remove the old shelving units and displays out there?” She gestured to the main store.
“Of course.” It truly wouldn’t be an issue. We could roll a lot of it right out the door and into a dumpster. The rest we could smash up and carry out in pieces. In fact, I hoped most of it was too wide to fit through the door. Demolition days were great stress relievers, and God knew I needed some of that in my life.
“Perfect.” Mina’s sunny smile made another return.
Seeing that more often would ease some stress as well. She had a gorgeous smile. It lit up her entire face.
Once again, I reminded myself to keep my mind on the task at hand. “I just need to take some measurements, then I can get out of your hair.”
She swept an arm out. “Have at it. I need to head next door. Can you lock the back door when you’re done?”
“Sure. I’ll follow you outside right now, though. I need to grab a few things from my truck.”
“Oh, okay.” Spinning on her heel, she headed for the back door.
My gaze strayed to her curved rear. Those jeans should be illegal.
Focus, Decker.
Right. Squaring my shoulders, I looked away from Mina Kensington’s tempting curves and followed her out the door.
