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“That’s a good idea.”
“I didn’t want them to get chucked. So, I’m glad they’re going to a new home. They should have a crew out here to take them out next week.”
“That soon?”
“Yeah. I’m ready to get going on this project, Apollo.”
“I don’t blame you. Okay, well, I’ll have an estimate written up and sent over to you in the next couple of days. I can work in stages as you get things done. I know that’s not usually how we do it, but I think that once you get your hands into this, it’s going to go quickly.”
“That’s my hope. I’m still finishing things up over at the inn. Luna’s been impatient and disappointed that we hit some snafus.” I sigh. “There was way more outside work than I anticipated, and there was nothing I could do about it.”
“Luna’s fine,” he assures me. “My sister’s a smart woman, and she understands what delays and back orders on products can do to a project. Besides, she gets to have her big, fancy opening in time for Christmas, so she’s excited about that.”
“I am, too.” I nod and look around the room once more. “I’m hoping to be livinghereby Christmas.”
“Whoa. It’s the middle of October.”
“Yep.” I turn to him and offer him a bright smile. “So, we’d better get busy.”
Apollo’s phone rings at the same time as mine does, and when I check mine, I see it’s my crew at the inn.
“I’d better get back to work.”
“Me, too,” he replies. “I’ll be in touch about the estimate.”
“Thanks.”
He pulls up short and narrows his eyes at me.
“What?”
“You justthankedme. Do you have a fever?”
Now, my back is up, and I feel bristly. “Because I’m a fuckingprofessional, Apollo. Now, get out of my chapel.”
“That’s more like it,” he decides with a nod and walks out ahead of me. I leave the windows open to let the place air out some more, but I make sure the door is locked before I walk to my truck.
Apollo is standing by his own truck, watching me with dark eyes that roam up and down my body.
“What?”
“Are we ever going to talk about it?”
“About what?” I’m not oblivious. I know what he’s referring to. An amazing night of sweaty sex and laughter and about twelve hours of truce where we did nothing but enjoy each other.
The next morning, he was gone, and we were back to our normal relationship.
“You know what.”
“I’m not going to stand here and play games with you. I have a job to do.”
I move to open the door of my truck, but Apollo jogs over to me, pushes the door closed, and pins me against the side.
“Pushy much?”
“You know damn well what I’m talking about.”
Against my will, my eyes drop to his lips. I can’t help it. They’re so firm and hot, and they did things to me that I didn’t know existed outside of romance novels.
