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“The man who’s going to punch your face in if you don’t treat this woman with some respect. She’s your client and her house is a fucking block of Swiss cheese.”
Now he turned even redder and took a step back.
Lindy crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. I wasn’t sure if it was because I stepped in or because the guy was a creep. Either way, it didn’t matter. He was going to do his job or end up unemployed.
“Right. Sorry,” he stuttered, then glanced at Lindy for the briefest of seconds. Then back at me, as if I was much more interesting than Lindy’s tits.
“Think you can handle that?” I pushed.
“Right. Yes. Um, definitely.” He looked down at the grass at his feet.
I glanced at Lindy who offered me–finally–a small smile.
“I’ve got a tree trimming service and a contractor coming later this week, so you’ll need to move your belongings either to the front side of the house away from the damage or get one of those pods to store everything–”
The man’s voice was all professional and his gaze was on the house, not on Lindy. I had a feeling he wasn’t going to look at her again.
“The insurance should cover movers tackling this effort,” I said. “Not two women who weigh two hundred pounds combined.” No way should Lindy or Bridget have to lift a finger.
Lindy turned to me with that one and whispered, “I don’t want some random movers to tackle my underwear drawer.”
Fair point. “They can tackle the big things then.”
She nodded in agreement.
“Your neighbor’s insurance needs to pay for all this. It’s his tree.”
Oh, I hated this guy. When I was about to let into him again, Lindy held up her hand.
“I agree with you completely, but from the moment the damage was made, you are responsible for immediate assistance. It’s your job to tackle being reimbursed by not only workmen but other insurance companies. Isn’t that correct?”
Lindy looked down her nose at the guy in the same way she did me in Denver. As if she were too good for everyone else. Now I saw it as a protective measure, a way to be seen and heard.
“Yes, ma’am.” The guy refused to meet her gaze.
“Then stop being passive aggressive about what you have to do. Just get it done.”
He gave me a glance to see if I was going to shut the little woman up.
Hell, the fuck, no.
I kissed her temple and stepped away.
She was good. Amazing. And I might just let her boss me around when we climbed in bed tonight.
I forgot about Scott. “Still there?” I asked, putting the phone to my ear.
“Yup. What the hell’s going on up there?” he asked. “I thought Montana was all big sky and cows.”
“Haven’t seen a cow, but you’re right about the sky.” I glanced up and appreciated how blue it was. How perfect the weather was, which was good since Lindy’s roof had a few holes in it. “So Tuesday. Not happening,” I told him, even though this sponsorship opportunity was what I was waiting for. I belonged here. With Lindy.
“This about the woman with the tits?” he asked.
I growled.
“Don’t fire me,” he said, verbally backpedaling. “All women have tits.”
“I’m marrying those tits,” I told him.
