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She shed her suit and got in the shower, and when she got out, her phone flashed with texts and messages. As she stood in the bathroom, a towel wrapped around herself, she could only stare at the several she had from the same person.
From Harrison:What did you say to my friend Scott?
He wants your number.
Cass says I can give it to him…
Can I give it to him?
Okay, you’re not answering, so I’m going to trust my wife and give it to him. I’m sorry in advance if this is not what you want.
She swallowed, because Scott had asked his friends for her name. And her number.
After backing out of that string without answering, she saw an unknown number which had sent three messages.
Joy almost didn’t dare tap on them. She did, however, and her eyes bugged out of her head.
This is Scott Anderson. I asked Harrison for your number, and he gave it to me.
Joy.
What a lovely name. I’m sorry I didn’t remember you, and thanks for the tip about not telling a gorgeous woman that. I’ll keep that in my back pocket for next time. Hope you get your suit fixed.
She looked up and into her own eyes. “What is happening right now?” She honestly had no idea. Scott hadn’t asked her out. He had apologized. He’d…she had no idea what to think now.
11
Scott Anderson finished the yard work at Harrison Tate’s house, his gaze wandering to the nearest window every other moment. That made the job take twice as long, and he seriously needed to pull himself together.
He honestly couldn’t remember meeting the lovely Joy Bartlett—a name he now knew, thanks to Harrison.
He’d practically had to grovel to get the woman’s number. He’d asked four times, finally telling Harrison that he’d said something rude to her and needed to apologize. She wasn’t happy, and he had to have happy customers.
The business angle was a bit devious, but he’d gotten the woman’s number. He’d texted her a half-hour ago. He had no idea if she’d read them or not. “You didn’t exactly ask her anything,” he said as he tossed the weed eater into the trailer attached to his truck. He loved owning his own business, setting his own hours, and working and building toward his own success.
Harrison had owned a large part of the landscape company at one point, but as his construction career had taken off, he hadn’t been able to maintain both. He’d sold all of the landscaping equipment and clients to Scott, and he’d been working like a dog ever since.
His brother worked with him, and they’d just hired two more full-time people to mow, weed, and trim for the summer. He also had a full-time secretary in the office, and Carly was a lifesaver for him and Jeff.
He looked back to the house one more time, and Joy leaned one of those curvy, beautiful hips into the pillar at the top of the steps. Scott immediately moved toward her, his pulse skipping ahead several beats. His imagination went wild, and he barely had time to censor himself and his thoughts before he said, “Hey, did you get my texts?”
“Yes,” she said. Those arms folded, and wow, she had the sexy librarian getting mad at the patron who was too loud down pat. Perfectly. Everything about her called to him, and he simply could not believe he hadn’t remembered meeting her.
This afternoon, it had felt like he’d been struck with lightning the moment she’d turned and looked into his eyes. She had eyes the color of slate, and he had to look and look to decide if they were blue or gray.
Blue, he told himself.
No, gray.
Her blonde hair had been piled on top of her head earlier, but now, it was damp and curled around her ears. She wore it short, but with her long neck and heart-shaped face, she was still very feminine.
Scott imagined himself fisting her hair as he pulled her head back to kiss her, and he practically burst into flames.
“I’m really sorry,” he said. “Maybe I was blind last year.”
“Do you remember the party?”
“Vaguely.”
