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Her lips tug into a satisfied smile. “No, he’s not. Thanks, Rob.”
I prop my hands on my hips.
“See? Eyes everywhere,” June whispers. “So, keep your grabby hands to yourself, Winchester.”
“I can’t help it if you’re so damn beautiful I want to touch you pretty much twenty-four seven.”
She blinks rapidly, and her lips part as if she’s going to say something before pressing them into a tight line. I enjoy the moment because it’s not often that Juniper gets flustered.
“Stop being charming.”
“Why?” God, she’s adorable.
“Because I said so.” Her gaze falls to my lips, and her tongue pokes out to lick her own, and I take an immense amount of satisfaction in knowing that she’s as attracted to me as I am to her.
“I have to go.” She turns to gather her things.
“Off to another site?”
“No, I have that meeting with Sally and Fred Newkirk about the property that asshole Eric wants to buy.”
I raise an eyebrow and immediately shift my day around in my head. “I’m coming with you.”
“You don’t have to do that. In fact,whywould you do that?”
“Because I don’t want you to go alone.”
Just when I think she’ll roll her eyes at me, a soft smile touches the corner of her lips, and she shrugs.
“Okay, you can come. Do you know Sally and Fred?”
“Do I look like I just moved to town?” I think that punk kid she just fired is the only person within twenty miles that doesn’t know who they are.
June looks me up and down, taking her time with it. “Point taken.”
“Let’s go, then.”
“I’ll drive.” June tosses over her shoulder as she walks to her truck and unlocks the doors. “And then you’ll be my hostage.”
“Hostages are held against their will,” I remind her as I climb into her truck. “I’m here voluntarily.”
Since Huckleberry Bay is such a small town, it doesn’t take us long to drive over to the assisted living place where Fred and Sally live now, and when we walk inside, the receptionist smiles at June.
“Hey, Mavis,” June says. “I have an appointment to see Fred and Sally.”
“Sally called down and told me you’d be coming. You can go on up.” Mavis glances my way, and her smile widens. “Hi, Apollo. I like that shirt on you.”
June rolls her eyes and stomps away, but I just smile at Mavis and offer her a nod. “Thanks. Have a good day.”
“Does it ever get old?” June asks once the elevator doors close.
“Does what get old?”
“You know.” She waves her hand in the air as if gesturing toward Mavis. “Being ogled everywhere you go.”
“I don’t think that’s necessarily the case.”
She cuts me a side-eye look of annoyance and taps her foot.
