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“Your face did.”
“I cannot be responsible for the trouble my face causes, sweetheart.” Whatever he’s building is mostly green, but it hasn’t taken shape enough for me to tell what it is yet. He gets up quite a few times to go back to the big tub to look for what he needs. At one point, two other men are helping him while they all talk excitedly. A look around the room makes me laugh when I notice the women that they’re with also watching them from their tables. One smiles at me and shakes her head.
It's cute to see him like this, enjoying himself and not buried in business paperwork or focused on the next repair to be made. Just full of joy over some simple fun. He’s not like anyone else I’ve ever been with. A combination of funny and sexy. Responsible, but still capable of acting like a kid sometimes when he’s excited, never pushy or demanding. He can take charge in the bedroom and fuck me half to death as easily as he can yield the control to me. And damn, is he sexy tonight.
He peeks up from the tub he’s digging through and our eyes lock. A smile inches across his face and he winks at me. Busted again while staring at him. Ugh.
The time goes by fast while we talk and build. My attempt at a truck is funny but I don’t realize how bad it is until I get the wheels on it. “Finished,” I announce and set it on the table. “Behold a perfect copy of your truck.”
Cooper watches when I roll it toward him. It wobbles and drifts sideways but makes it over to bump his arm. “If it needed a wheel alignment,” I add.
“I take it back. You’re clearly a master at this.” He picks it up to inspect it. “The tailgate is missing.”
Yeah, I couldn’t make that work no matter how hard I tried. “It’s in the pool again.”
Throwing back his head, he laughs aloud, drawing looks and smiles from the rest of the room. “I love it. It’s going on my dash.”
“Are you going to tell me what you’re making now?”
“Actually.” He adds one more brick then scoots the whole thing over to me. “It’s finished too.”
On a base of green, two plastic people sit on a checkered platform surrounded by little fake foods. A tree takes up one corner and little flowers are scattered around. “A picnic?” I guess.
“It’s a model of our next date.” He moves over to my side of the table, and his leg presses against mine while he shows me. “A picnic in the woods. See, we’re sitting on a blanket. There’s wine and food. These are tiny sandwiches.”
“That’s so cute.”
He touches the top of one of the branches. “And this is the tree I’m going to fuck you against.”
It’s my turn to burst out laughing. “You’re so romantic.”
We play around, and make a couple of other little projects, but when we leave, it’s the picnic and that horrible little truck that go with us. I’m not sure what he actually plans to do with the truck, but the picnic is going to live on my dresser, for sure.
Cooper grabs my hand as we leave and it feels so natural, so right. Our next stop is a Mexican restaurant and margaritas are a perfect way to cap off the date. We stay at the table long after our food is gone, talking and finishing our drinks.
We’ve avoided any talk of work for a change but there’s something I want to ask him about. “Do you remember my friend, Holly? You met her that night at the bar?”
“Of course.”
“She’s looking for a place for her and her sister to live. I know you don’t plan on offering any new leases or move-ins until the repairs are finished, but would you consider making an exception? They could take Row’s old trailer. She has a job and can pay her rent.”
“Did they get evicted?”
“No, the owner decided to sell and not renew their lease. They have to be out by July.”
“Sure, just get her info and draw everything up. She can go ahead and move in, then sign the lease when rent resumes for everyone in August.”
“Just like that?” I ask, draining my drink. I expected him to want more information than that. He agreed without giving it a second thought.
“She’s your friend.” He shrugs and his lips curl into a grin when I stare at him. “What?”
“Nothing. Just…thank you. I’ll let her know tomorrow.”
He slides his hand into mine. “Are you ready to go?”
Leaning over, I drop a quick kiss on his lips then lower my voice. “Hell yes. Two weeks without you inside me has been torture.”
I’ve never seen a man vacate a chair so fast.
