you don't know about me. "It's one of many things I can do," she said instead.
"I saw some of those things last night."
Her heart stuttered . She did go too far with Nick. Maggie stiffened her spine. Two can play at the bitchy game .
"You're a number's cruncher—not a roofer, what the hell are you doing up there?" Good one, Maggie. You couldn't come up with something better?
He swiped his well-defined forearm over his forehead and frowned. "Since I put myself through college roofing houses in the summer, I figured I can fix the leaks in this one."
Sweat shimmered on his bare chest and highlighted every sexy muscle on his torso. Her hormones jumped for joy at the sight.
She swallowed her lust down her dry throat. "Put on some sunscreen. You'll have a hard time screwing everyone with breasts if you have blisters."
The bastard smiled. "I don't screw everyone with breasts. I haven't screwed you."
And why not? What's wrong with me ? She wanted to scream the questions at him. Tears welled in her eyes. "That's because I have better taste than most," she said.
The front door of the early twentieth-century, Spanish style house opened, and Ava stepped out in all her beautiful, feminine glory. The light pink sundress and matching hat fit the other woman's personality and body to perfection. Maggie's tears dissipated and happiness took over. You couldn't help but smile when you saw Ava. She was like sunlight in a month of rainy days.
The person strolling toward her was a far cry from the skittish woman that walked into Paradise a year ago. Who would have thought the shy, prim lady with the ill-fitting clothes would take to Logan and his dominance so well.
They complemented each other. Even though Logan did the tying up, flogging, and mastery of Ava's pleasure, she was the one who ruled his heart and by doing so, ruled his world.
A wistful sigh fluttered past Maggie lips. She wanted what Ava and Logan had. Tamping down her longing, she glanced down at her ripped jeans and old T-shirt. "I thought we were working today, not doing the 'ladies that lunch' thing."
She took one last look at Ava and chuckled. "Where the heck did you get those?" she asked, pointing at Ava's feet.
Ava hurried up the walkway. "Do you like?"
"I do like. Where the heck did you get them?"
"The benefits of small feet. I got them in the kid's department at Macys." She lifted her foot and angled the hot pink, sparkly sneaker. "They even light up."
Maggie shook her head. "Of course they do." No one seeing Ava now would ever think she was an award-winning juvenile psychologist. "You're an enigma."
Ava's cheeks flushed. "Since I can't do the girly heel thing like Julie, because let's face it, I'll topple over—or the sexy tomboy thing like you." Her eyes scanned over Maggie and lit with amusement. "Only you can look that good in a pair of combat boots. I have to flaunt myself in other ways." Her gaze finally zeroed in on Maggie's head. "Oh, Maggie, I love your hair! Very Marilyn Monroe."
Maggie's free hand flew to her head. She'd been waiting for Ava to notice. The other woman had no problem telling Maggie what she thought about her hairstyles. "Thanks, I went blond for legends night at the club."
Ava smiled widely. "I heard you and Nick put on quite a show last night."
Heat rushed to Maggie's cheeks. "Since Logan hardly ever comes into the club anymore, someone had to do it."
Ava blushed. "Well, you know, he keeps me tied up here."
She grinned. "You're a lucky woman, Ava."
"Don't I know it."
A loud bang sounded from the roof. "Excuse me, ladies, but you're in the way of falling debris," Brian yelled down at them.
Unfazed, Ava ran her slim fingers over Maggie's platinum do. "I think it's a tie between the hot pink and this one." She pulled at a strand. "Do you think I could pull off the pink? I think the girls at the community center would love it."
"You could pull off anything."
"Ava, honey," Logan called down. "Could you and Maggie continue
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