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“You just need to sign here, Miss Redmon.”
“Thank you,” I say and scribble my name on the pad.
“Have a good night,” he says before leaving out the door with the other guy.
I nod, inspecting the vast open space.
I picked the perfect color. The mahogany desk pops out in the gray room.
“Putting furniture in the place already,” Cole says as he enters the main conference room.
“Yes.” I smile. “I wanted to see what it looked like.”
He glances around the room. “Looks good.”
“I’m happy with it.” I turn to him. “When will the rest be done?”
I’m not in any rush. At this point, I don’t care if we meet the targeted date. A part of me wants to stay and see where things might go with Brett. After his childhood confession, I need to know more about him. And while he might have kicked me out of his place the other night, I’m not defeated. It’ll take more than that to get rid of me.
“We’re on schedule.”
“Great.”
“I just finished with the bathrooms.” He gestures that way with his thumbs. “They’re functional now.”
My eyes widen. “No more outhouse?”
“They’re coming to pick it up tomorrow.” He laughs.
“That’s wonderful.”
“Yeah.” His eyes twinkle. “I’m getting ready to go. Did you want me to lock up?”
“Sure.”
“Okay, have a good night.” He turns for the door.
“Cole?”
“Yeah?” He stops, peering at me from over his shoulder.
“Where’s Brett been?” I haven’t seen him in three days. Not since I showed up on his doorstep in nothing but a jacket.
I’m not used to being desperate, yet the man pushes me to the point of no return.
It’s constant. The desire I have for him. This need to be close and yearning to touch him.
Cole stares at me for a second before maneuvering his body back in my direction.
“He had a follow-up on another job.” He shoves the tips of his fingers into the front pockets of his jeans. Tattooed arms flex below the cuff of his tight T-shirt. “He should be back on-site tomorrow.”
“Oh.” I feel the heat from the flush of my cheeks.
It’s embarrassing. Cole knows I went to see Brett the other night. It was late. He had to assume it didn’t have anything to do with the job.
“Listen, I don’t know what’s going on between you two.” He walks toward me. “But I can tell you…” He pauses as if hesitant to continue.
I hang on, waiting and needing to hear what he’s going to say. He’s Brett’s brother. He knows more about him than anyone.
