Kiera tensed. She happened to love barns herself. There really wasn’t
anything like an old barn to get her excited. She loved pretty much all
things ancient, and that extended to architecture. Often, the rougher the
better. Rustic farmhouses and tumble down barns were ri
ght up her alley.
Just because she owned a house in the suburbs, a new build in a new
neighborhood, didn’t mean that she always would. She just wasn’t ready to
have to commute a couple hours every single day just to get to the city then
try to venture through the traffic after that, all to get to the store. Not now,
but one day…
“That must be the guy?” Romi pointed through the windshield.
“Yeah. Allen.” She put the truck in park and swivelled around, reaching
into the backseat. “Here.” She basically chucked her spare set of boots at
Romi. They were filthy, caked with mud on the bottom, and not pretty, but
Romi took them without hesitation.
“I’m so excited!” she said again. She untied the first boot and slipped it
on, without socks. Why wasn’t she wearing socks? Kiera winced. Hiking
boots and no socks didn’t usually mesh well, especially if they were the
wrong size. “Oh, they fit great!” Romi slipped into the other, then looked at
Kiera hopefully. “Do you think Allen would be nice enough to let me put
my lunch in his fridge? I packed a tuna sandwich and I thought that it might
get hot in the car.” Kiera barely stifled a sigh. “Never mind, here he comes.
I’ll ask him.” Romi threw open her door and basically flew out of the truck.
She was wearing skinny jeans and the work t-shirt Kiera gave her the day
before with the store’s logo across the front. It was too big, and Romi had
tied it into a tight knot off to the front left side. It emphasized her breasts
and showed off a scrap of creamy skin between her jeans and the hem of the
t-shirt.
Kiera ground her teeth in frustration. Get a freaking grip.
Allen, who was about thirty, didn’t look like he wanted to get a grip. He