borrow.”
Rowan stepped back away from the door, holding his towel just a little tighter as he felt himself grow even harder gesturing for her to come in. “Give me a second to throw something on,” he said with a wink, “and I’ll take a look at it.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it. I hope it’s not a bother.”
“Not a bother at all.”
Rowan quickly made his way to the bedroom, trying to catch his breath, while what had to be the most stunning woman was standing in his living room. He didn’t know jack about faucets or wrenches, but he’d be damned if he let her know that. He dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a white t-shirt that stretched tight across his chest, threw on his socks and shoes, returning to find her standing right where he left her. Most women he knew would have fancied themselves a look around, hell, his sister, Tessa, certainly would have, but not Madison. Her feet were planted in the spot she’d been standing in when he left to dress. He liked that she didn’t seem the least bit nosy.
“I’m ready if you are,” he said as he held the door open.
They walked in silence to the small shed that sat in the corner of his backyard. The house didn’t have a garage, so when he’d moved in he had to purchase the wooden shed for anything that wouldn’t fit in the house. His toolbox being one of those items. He hurriedly grabbed a wrench that looked as if it barely came out of the package and they made their way to her house.
“So, do you know much about plumbing? You’re a doctor, right?”
She had no intentions of sounding rude, but when she’d seen how shiny his tools were it made her a little nervous that he might make her faucet worse. Her father’s tools were worn, soiled, and used, the way a man’s tools should be. To top it off, he looked like he hadn’t worked a day in his life; more like spent his time at the beach. He had to be a womanizer. She’d met men who looked like they just stepped off the cover of a GQ magazine and they were almost always cocky as hell. In college, she’d seen too many women throwing themselves at the feet of these men and it disgusted her. The bastard was a doctor for God’s sake, and in her book, that only spelled conceit. Damn it, men like him made her angry. She barely knew his name and already he pissed her off. She still couldn’t get over how gorgeous he was, though. He almost looked better fully clothed, almost. The whole wet with just a towel covering his man parts worked well for him and she thought he should definitely keep that look going.
“Madison?” Even his voice sounded erotic as he pulled her from her thoughts.
“Yes?” She absently responded, not able to pull her gaze from his amazingly deep blue eyes. As she watched his facial expression, her eyes locked onto his and she could’ve sworn they sparkled. His eyes mesmerized her and she knew if she wasn’t careful around him, she’d being doing his bidding in no time at all.
“Ahem, which house is yours?”
Rowan knew which house was hers, there’d only been one house near his that had been up for sale. She recently bought the cute little two bedroom cottage that had been empty for more than six months. It surprised him this nice little house had taken so long to sell, especially being so close to the beach. Looking at the woman who now occupied it, he thanked his lucky stars it had. He couldn’t have wished for a more beautiful neighbor. He hadn’t seen her when she moved in, but he remembered the moving company well, Three Men and a Truck. The name was catchy, so it was embedded in his mind.
Rowan only asked which place was hers because he loved that she stood staring at him. He knew she’d get that coloring in her cheeks again. And yes, there it was, her pale creamy skin, colored with a splash of red. The faint
Rowan stepped back away from the door, holding his towel just a little tighter as he felt himself grow even harder gesturing for her to come in. “Give me a second to throw something on,” he said with a wink, “and I’ll take a look at it.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it. I hope it’s not a bother.”
“Not a bother at all.”
Rowan quickly made his way to the bedroom, trying to catch his breath, while what had to be the most stunning woman was standing in his living room. He didn’t know jack about faucets or wrenches, but he’d be damned if he let her know that. He dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a white t-shirt that stretched tight across his chest, threw on his socks and shoes, returning to find her standing right where he left her. Most women he knew would have fancied themselves a look around, hell, his sister, Tessa, certainly would have, but not Madison. Her feet were planted in the spot she’d been standing in when he left to dress. He liked that she didn’t seem the least bit nosy.
“I’m ready if you are,” he said as he held the door open.
They walked in silence to the small shed that sat in the corner of his backyard. The house didn’t have a garage, so when he’d moved in he had to purchase the wooden shed for anything that wouldn’t fit in the house. His toolbox being one of those items. He hurriedly grabbed a wrench that looked as if it barely came out of the package and they made their way to her house.
“So, do you know much about plumbing? You’re a doctor, right?”
She had no intentions of sounding rude, but when she’d seen how shiny his tools were it made her a little nervous that he might make her faucet worse. Her father’s tools were worn, soiled, and used, the way a man’s tools should be. To top it off, he looked like he hadn’t worked a day in his life; more like spent his time at the beach. He had to be a womanizer. She’d met men who looked like they just stepped off the cover of a GQ magazine and they were almost always cocky as hell. In college, she’d seen too many women throwing themselves at the feet of these men and it disgusted her. The bastard was a doctor for God’s sake, and in her book, that only spelled conceit. Damn it, men like him made her angry. She barely knew his name and already he pissed her off. She still couldn’t get over how gorgeous he was, though. He almost looked better fully clothed, almost. The whole wet with just a towel covering his man parts worked well for him and she thought he should definitely keep that look going.
“Madison?” Even his voice sounded erotic as he pulled her from her thoughts.
“Yes?” She absently responded, not able to pull her gaze from his amazingly deep blue eyes. As she watched his facial expression, her eyes locked onto his and she could’ve sworn they sparkled. His eyes mesmerized her and she knew if she wasn’t careful around him, she’d being doing his bidding in no time at all.
“Ahem, which house is yours?”
Rowan knew which house was hers, there’d only been one house near his that had been up for sale. She recently bought the cute little two bedroom cottage that had been empty for more than six months. It surprised him this nice little house had taken so long to sell, especially being so close to the beach. Looking at the woman who now occupied it, he thanked his lucky stars it had. He couldn’t have wished for a more beautiful neighbor. He hadn’t seen her when she moved in, but he remembered the moving company well, Three Men and a Truck. The name was catchy, so it was embedded in his mind.
Rowan only asked which place was hers because he loved that she stood staring at him. He knew she’d get that coloring in her cheeks again. And yes, there it was, her pale creamy skin, colored with a splash of red. The faint
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