Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“So, it doesn’t know the difference between a deer and a person?” I ask.
“It’s not that smart,” he says with a wink. “Here, I’ll walk you through it.”
I pull out my phone, and Chase helps me, standing just behind my right shoulder. I can feel the heat coming off him against my skin, and I can even smell the soap from his shower. My body practically hums whenever he’s close to me.
Yeah, I’m definitely attracted to him.
“There, you’re all logged in,” he says and reaches around me to point at my screen. “See, there’s the front door, and if you touch here, you can see the back door and yard.”
I nod, following his direction, and grin up at him. “Is it weird that I’m excited about this?”
“No.” He smiles back at me. He’s so close, he could just lean in and plant those lips on my forehead.
And for a heartbeat, it looks like he might do just that. I don’t even feel an urge to back away from him. Not at all.
But then he pulls away, and I slip my phone back into my pocket.
“How much do I owe you guys for all of this?”
“I saved the receipts,” Brady says and pulls them out of his back pocket, then passes them to me.
“And for labor?”
“We’re not charging you for that,” Brady replies before Chase can as both men shake their heads. “It took an hour. Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay, how about some flowers, then?” I walk to the cooler and pull out two sweet little bunches of wild roses. “Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it.”
“I don’t think anyone has given me flowers before.” Brady sniffs his. It’s kind of cute to see the handsome cowboy bury his nose in a flower. “Nice, thanks.”
“Thank you,” Chase echoes. “Now, how about the shop? Do you have decent security here?”
I bite my lip, and Brady laughs.
“I’m going to take that as a no,” Brady says.
“I’ll call a company.”
“We’ll see to it,” Chase counters and sends his brother a look. Brady nods. “I’ll take care of it before the end of the day today.”
“Seriously, Chase, I know you’re busy. I can hire a company for this.”
His gorgeous hazel eyes narrow on me, and I can’t help but lick my lips. “Do you think I do much in this life that I don’t want to do?”
“Probably not.”
“He doesn’t,” Brady says helpfully. “Just let him do it. It’s faster that way.”
“I don’t want to take advantage of you, that’s all.”
“You’re not,” he replies simply. “I’ll be back later with the supplies and tools. For now, we’ll let you ladies get back to it. I know you’re busy.”
“Brides will be the death of us,” Sharla says and wipes her brow with the back of her hand. “But they pay my salary, so I really can’t complain.”
“Are your brother and Erin getting ready for the wedding next month?” I ask him, not quite ready for him to go.
“They’re excited,” he confirms. “They wanted to have that barn completely renovated and ready to go, but that’s pretty ambitious for just a couple months of work. They’ll make do, though, because my brother isn’t willing to wait another year to marry her. Hell, he doesn’t want to wait another day.”
“Something tells me it’s going to be a bit more involved than making it work,” I reply.
“Sure, that’s simplifying it down a bit,” Chase agrees with a nod. “It’s going to be a lot of work. We’re all spending pretty much every extra minute out there helping out, but like I said, my brother won’t wait. He’s impatient when it comes to Erin.”
“That’s so romantic,” Sharla says with a dreamy sigh. “They’re great together. I love seeing them when they come to town.”
“I won’t disagree with you there. They are pretty great,” Brady says. “And we don’t mind helping.”
“Summer, if you need anything or have questions, don’t hesitate to call me.” Chase drops his business card onto the counter and offers me a smile. “That’s my cell number. And I’ll be back later.”
“Thanks. I really do appreciate both of your help.”
“See you later,” Brady says with a wave, and then they’re off again, and Lily makes her way back to her little bed to settle in for another nap.
“Well, then,” Ida says, her lips pursed as she watches me.
“What?”
“Oh, please,” Sharla says with a laugh. “It’s written all over your face that you have a crush on that sexy policeman. And who can blame you? He’s one fine specimen of a man.”
“What? I do not.” I focus on fussing with the booms in my hands. “You two are a couple of busybodies.”
“Uh-huh,” Sharla says, her tongue in her cheek. “Sure. Well, I sure hope you find a reason to use that phone number. It would be a shame to let a man like that go to waste.”