Excerpt - Only Man For The Job |
"So, the rumors are true. You're back." Laney Peters managed to hold onto her composure as the man she'd been dreaming about for the past two years gazed down at her, that sexy grin as potent as ever. Damn him. "You're the contractor?" Oh, yeah, smooth, Laney. Real smooth. Keith Jansen leaned back against the doorjamb and crossed his arms over his chest, his intense gaze in direct contrast with his lazy stance. They had history, and Laney knew Keith's thoughts were headed in the same direction as her own. "You sound surprised." His grin turned knowing. "Hoping another Keith Jansen would show up?" "Hate to burst your over-inflated bubble," she said, itching to smack that arrogant look off his face, "but my secretary lined up the estimates, not me. You wouldn't be standing here if I had." Keith straightened, his smile fading. "You walked out on me, Laney. You don't get to play the victim." "I had good reason, and you know it." Laney took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Look, I'm sorry you wasted your time. Send me a bill for the estimate." They stared at each other for a good twenty seconds then Keith ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I'm damn good at what I do. At least let me give you an estimate." You're damn good at a lot of things. Breaking my heart, for one. "I can see it in your face, Laney. Whether you want to admit it or not, you're glad to see me." "As full of yourself as ever, I see. And you're wrong. I just want my upstairs bathroom remodeled. Nothing more." Okay, maybe more, but you'll never know it. He went back to the sexy grin. "An estimate. That's it. Come on, sweetheart, I need the job." Yeah, right. More like he wanted to torture her by making her watch him work day after day, no shirt, sweaty... Well, maybe if she pretended the central air had gone out she'd get no shirt and sweaty. The next couple of weeks were supposed to be scorchers— Jesus, all he had to do was look at her and she started imagining ways to get him naked. |
