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He held out his hand. “Looks like I’m interviewing for a job. At least temporarily.”
She narrowed her gaze at me. “Are you messing with me?”
I slapped Mason on the back. “Mason is sticking around in town. Wants to build his own restaurant. However, it’s going to be quite the project.”
Macy folded her arms and zeroed her focus on Mason. “Let’s talk.”
I shuffled them toward the door. “I’ll deal with the delivery while you guys discuss things.”
Mason laughed and nodded toward me. “Is he like this all the time?”
She shrugged. “You get used to him being bossy. I’m worse though. Think you can handle it?”
“Are you going to throw things at my head?”
“Depends on if you piss me off or not.”
“Good to know.” Mason glanced over his shoulder at me. “We’ll talk soon?”
“Definitely.”
Mason ducked inside while Macy stood at the threshold of the back door. “You wouldn’t be trying to handle me again, would you?”
“Me? Never.” I walked over to her and snuck a kiss. When she didn’t kiss me back, I tried a little harder. “It’s pretty perfect.”
She twisted her fingers into my T-shirt. “You’re trying to get rid of me.” She went on her toes. “I see Spinelli over there trying to hide from me.”
“I got it handled, Killer.” I kissed her again.
“Hmm.”
“Go talk to MB. Things are looking up. We should celebrate. Come to dinner at my house tonight.” I brushed my nose along hers. “Stay over.”
“Like a sleepover?”
“Yeah. A sleepover.”
“All right. We can do that. I’ll make sure I have coverage for the early shift.”
I lifted her onto her toes again. “Perfect. I might even make you my famous pancakes.”
Her lips twitched, but she cupped my face, brushing her thumbs over my beard. My damn heart turned over. “Looking forward to it.” She kissed me, then stepped back. “I’ll bring the coffee though.”
I laughed. Damn right she would.
Sixteen
Gideon’s hand slipped up my inner thigh. “When I said sleepover, I didn’t mean work all night.”
I tried to ignore his hand for my search history on my laptop screen. “Almost done. When we were decorating the hutch, I saw your Halloween candy. I’m impressed with your selection by the way.”
He flicked my hair back over my shoulder to get to skin. “I have a pair of Halloween-crazy girls in my life. You think I’m going to skimp on it?”
“You are a smart guy.” I glanced over to where he was pulling my sweater down for more access. When his clever hand snuck into the opening, I hissed out a breath as he ran the back of his knuckles over my nipple. “Distracting as well.”
“Then I’m doing my job.”
I tried to focus on Trick or Treat. Finding the paperwork for that business on the edge of town was becoming an obsession. Something about it kept niggling at me. “I just want to know who freaking owns it. And this stupid site gives me no freaking details. Isn’t it supposed to be public record?”
