Can't Fight It - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,6
intention was a joke, but I can tell the moment my comment registers in his brain.
Colton looks at me, his blue eyes watching me closely. “You don’t have any furniture?”
I shrug. “I’m going to Second Street Treasures tomorrow to get a few things,” I tell him casually, praying he doesn’t bring up the fact that I moved here without having much of anything in tow.
He nods. “I was thinking of stopping in there too for some of the little things. My bed and dresser will be here Monday, and while my mom offered to let me have my set from my old room, I’m not really interested in a twin-sized bed and dresser with GI Joe stickers all over it. Nothing about that screams responsible adult.”
I laugh at the thought. “No, you’re probably right.”
“Come on, let’s finish up the tour before Milo needs burping.”
I follow Colton out the front door. The walkway leads to both the sidewalk out front and the driveway beside the house. There’s a two-car garage, with a wide driveway to allow two vehicles to park easily. “You’re welcome to take one of the garage bays. I’ll move my truck into the garage in a little bit and free up the space.”
“No problem. I’m parked in the street right now. I don’t mind keeping it up there,” I tell him, thinking about my older Honda Accord. It’s a few years old and has more dents and dings than a race car. Whoever owned my baby before me, definitely was rough on her.
“No need. I don’t need both spaces. You might as well utilize one,” he says, heading toward the back of the property. “Your entrance is here. I’ve got the keys on the counter inside. You’re welcome to use the backyard anytime you want. I’m hoping to put a few chairs back here, maybe a firepit or something like that too. Someday, probably a swing set,” he adds, glancing down and smiling at Milo, who’s going to town on the bottle of formula.
The yard is even bigger than it looked through the window. There’s a small lot between Colton’s place and his neighbor’s, and the whole thing is fenced in with a basic wooden privacy fence. “It’s a great yard.”
“It is. It’s part of the reason I bought it. I wanted this little guy to have plenty of running room.”
We head to the back door, and I hold it open for Colton. I catch a whiff of something woodsy as he passes, either his soap or his detergent, and the fumes go straight to my dormant lady parts. Suddenly, they’re alive and raring to go, as if waking from a long, deep hibernation. It was one thing to steal a few appreciative glances at his very nice rear, but smelling him is on a whole different playing field. Whatever it is short circuits my brain and makes my nipples tingle. I’m definitely out of my league here with this one.
I didn’t sign up for intoxicating sexy man scent.
“Back here is the laundry room, which you know. You’re welcome to use it anytime you want. Store anything you need in the cabinets to the left. I’ll take the cabinet above the washer since it’s so high up.”
I glance around, taking in my new home. “Thank you, Colton. I want you to know how much I appreciate you putting your faith in me as your tenant. I’m sure it’s not easy, with a son and all, but I promise not to be a bother or a nuisance. In fact, you won’t even know I’m here,” I reassure him.
“I doubt it,” he mumbles, glancing off to the right. In fact, I’m not really sure he meant to say it aloud.
I know I wasn’t what he was expecting when he opened the door earlier. In my defense, I never once tried to hide it from him that I was a woman. If he didn’t read my background check, well, that’s on him. But I need this place, which is why I’m determined to be the best tenant and roommate he could ask for. I’ll be as quiet as a mouse and make sure to be respectful of his property. I’ll keep to myself, so he never regrets renting his place to me.
“Got a lock,” his brother, Chase, hollers as he walks in the front door. “Oh, hey,” he adds when he sees us standing in the kitchen. “I come bearing pizza gifts.” Chase sets two pizza boxes down on the counter.
“Thanks.