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“Bye, lovebirds!” Silver called, and then the engine of her truck started fading as she drove away.
“Listen, I’m sorry—”
“Don’t.”
Oh, he seemed mad, or frustrated, or something. Clearly she’d done something wrong.
He pulled her around the corner of the house, picked her up by the waist to get her over a pile of fence posts, and then drove her straight back to the brick wall, and his lips pressed to hers. He pushed his tongue past her lips and tasted her, and slowly, she slid her hands up his chest and around the back of hisneck. He dragged one of her hands to the seam of his jeans and pressed it there against his stone-hard erection.
“Fuck,” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers. His breath came fast, and he was squeezing his eyes tightly closed. He released her and locked his arms on the wall on either side of her face. He opened his eyes, and they were full of fire. “What are you doing to me?”
“Accidentally seducing you?” she guessed.
“It’s more than that. It’s more.” He pushed off the wall and strode down the length of wall toward the backyard.
Baffled and flushed with pleasure, her senses in overdrive, she just stood there watching the way his butt looked in those jeans as he walked away to apparently cut off the woman he’d heard coming.
Huh?
The woman was drop-dead gorgeous. She had platinum-blonde hair, the perfect pixie nose paired with full lips, and smoky eyeshadow over her bright-blue eyes. She was tall and fit, and pretty much the opposite of Timber. She was carrying a pair of what looked like lemonades. When her eyes landed on Timber, the greeting smile she’d worn for Wreck disappeared.
“Who is she?” the woman asked.
“Ms. Lundsford—”
“Drea,” the woman corrected Wreck. “I keep telling you to call me Drea.”
He flashed a frustrated look at Timber and said, “This is Timber. Timber, this is who I’m building this fence for.”
Drea’s eyes were narrowed on Timber, and very mean-looking.
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m just here to…help. And…” She looked around for inspiration. “Take inventory. Looks like we might need more…wood. I should go to the lumberyard for you, Wre—Mr. Itall.”
Wreck was staring at her like he was concerned. “That’s my lady. She’s going to help me finish this fence so I can get out of your hair and you can get your yard back,” Wreck told Drea.
“That’s unfortunate,” Drea said. “I mean, how quaint. I didn’t realize you were dating someone. The website still lists you as unpaired.”
Wreck frowned. “Why did you look up my registration page?”
“Curiosity.”
“Well, you know what they say about that,” Timber said in a chipper tone. She could guess why Ms. Perfect-Bone-Structure had hired him. Wreck was hot as hell.
“No. Tanner, was it?” Drea asked. “What do they say about that?”
She ignored the purposeful mispronunciation of her name. “They say curiosity killed the cat!”
Wreck snorted and scratched his nose, trying to hide his smile.
“This was supposed to be a one-man job,” Drea said low. “I’m not paying her any extra.”
“The quote was the quote,” he said. “I wouldn’t expect you to pay more. Thank you for thinking of that, though. Are those for us?” he asked, gesturing to the lemonades in her hands.
“Not anymore,” Drea gritted out. She turned around and disappeared into the backyard. The slamming of her door shocked Timber.
The nerve of that woman.
“She’s been on me like a fly on shit since I started this job yesterday.”
