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“Whatisyour name?”
“Fox.”
“Fox? Is your full name Foxton or Foxwell or something?”
“Just Fox.”
“Okay, well,Just Fox… Did you happen to tip the driver? Because it wasn’t his fault that I gave the wrong house, and I don’t want to stiff him.”
Paul—or rather Fox—still had his back to me. Only now did he turn around and shake his head. “If I hadseenthem unloading onto my driveway, wouldn’t I have told them they had the wrong house?”
“Oh.” My face fell. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”
“Shocker…”
My eyes bulged. “You don’t have to be so rude! I made an honest mistake.”
Fox kept walking. So I did the mature thing and stuck my tongue out at his back.
“I saw that,” he said, already halfway back to his property.
Seriously? What the hell?Did the jerk have eyes in the back of his head? I bet those were jade green and lined with dark black lashes too, like the ones above his perpetual scowl. Nevertheless, I grabbed my sneakers and pulled them on before heading next door to drag my delivery over where it belonged.
I hadn’t realized how much I’d ordered until I was looking at it up close. There was a lot of crap stacked on top of a big wooden pallet.
“Great,” I muttered as I bent to lift the first piece of sheetrock. Unfortunately, not only had I misjudged the quantity of what I ordered, I’d misjudged the weight, too. A single piece of sheetrock had to be close to fifty pounds, not to mention that it was a heck of a lot taller than me. My feeble attempt to carry it was a joke, so I quickly resorted to holding one end and dragging it across the lawn. I’d made it about ten feet when my load suddenly went light. Mr. Friendly hoisted the sheetrock into the air, up over his head, and proceeded to take it next door like he was carrying five pounds. I had to jog to catch up to his giant strides.
“I can do it,” I said.
“Where do you want it?”
“Umm… I guess in the driveway. The garage is packed with stuff the tenant left behind.”
“They’re calling for rain.”
“I got a tarp.”
“You need a pallet or the water will hit from the bottom.”
“Oh. There’s one at the bottom of the stuff they delivered.”
“And that will help me now…how?”
Good point.I frowned and looked around, as if a wooden pallet was going to magically appear on my lawn.
“My truck should be unlocked,” Fox grumbled. “Remote to open my garage is on the visor. There are a few wooden pallets leaning against the wall on the left side.”
“Okay.” I jogged next door while my surly neighbor waited with the sheetrock. Not surprisingly, his garage was immaculate, and the pallets were exactly where he’d said. I rushed back and set the wood down in the middle of the driveway.
Fox placed the sheetrock on top and headed back to the pile in his driveway.
“At least let me help you.” I chased after him. “It’ll be easier if we carry the sheetrock together.”
He shook his head without looking my way. “No, it won’t.”
This time when he bent to pick up a piece of the sheetrock, he grabbedtwosheets. I refused to let him do all the work, so I lifted the next one and began to drag it across the grass. By the time I made it to my driveway, Fox had madetwotrips carryingtwopieces of sheetrock at once. The giant man didn’t even break a damn sweat.
Fifteen minutes later, the big pile had been relocated to where it belonged. Fox gestured to the house.
