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“I am happy,” I assure her. “I don’t need a guy to make me complete, Sim. I’m perfectly content as I am, but I adore you for caring.”
“I’ll always care about you. You’re family.”
I glance back at the window and see Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome is crouched on his haunches, looking at the side of a car. It pulls his coveralls tight over his very firm and pert ass.
Oh, Lord.
I feel bad for staring, but I can’t stop myself. I’m only human and he’s very attractive.
Simone clearly can’t either, because she waves her hands in the air and says, “Okay, I can’t handle any more of this. Girl, if you do nothing else today, you make sure you talk to him, got it?”
I roll my eyes, but mutter, “Got it. Now, get out of here, so I can try to do some business.”
“I’m going, I’m going, but I’ll call in sick if you need me here. It’s not like the office will miss me for a day.”
“You’re not calling in sick. Go to work.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I shake my head as she grabs her purse and walks out into the Louisiana heat. She’s crazy if she thinks I’m just going to walk up to that guy and start a conversation.
I wash the next shelf and dry the wood before I stack some little decorations on there, complete with price tags dangling from them. I can’t help the little tingle of excitement it gives me, seeing all my things around and ready for selling. I would never have achieved this if I was still with Thomas. He would never have let me leave my full-time job. It’s one of many reasons we’re no longer together. He was a controlling ass.
I head out to my truck. Most of the big-ticket items are already in the store—Simone’s husband and friends helped move things yesterday—but there’s a few chairs strapped in the back of the pickup and a small trunk that I thought I could move easily on my own. I realize I’m wrong the moment I unhook it and try to drag it to the edge of the truck bed. It’s surprisingly heavy for such a small item.
I’m puffing and panting within a couple of seconds, and I’m worried about scratching the underside.
“Do you need a hand?” a deeply masculine voice asks from the side of me.
I startle and twist to see the gorgeous man from the garage standing at the open gatefold of the truck.
“Oh, uh…” Damn it, Nia, speak. “I’m okay.”
You’re okay? I’m so not okay.
His brow cocks. “Really? I don’t mean to interfere, but you seem like you’re struggling a little and I can’t stand by and watch someone struggle.”
Embarrassment floods me.
“Yeah, I guess I am struggling.”
“Can I help?”
“Sure.”
He leaps into the truck with just one hand holding the edge of the bed. It’s a move that is so sexy, it should be illegal. He signals to another guy in the garage, who puts down the wrench he’s holding and jogs across the street.
“Slide, give me a hand with this, will you?”
The guy ‘Slide’ also does that sexy leap into the truck and helps him to lift the trunk to the edge of the bed. I step back out of the way as they climb down and, together, carefully haul the piece of furniture off the truck bed.
“Where do you want it?” hot guy asks.
“Inside. I’ll show you.”
I cringe. Of course you want it inside. Why does this man have me tied up in knots? A man whose name I don’t even know. I blame Simone, although she’ll be happy I spoke to him—even if he technically was the one who spoke to me.
I direct them to the spot near the window and they lower it exactly where I asked.
