Fairy Tales and Cappuccinos (Everyday Love #1) - Taylor Rylan Page 0,38

been downstairs for the past hour, working on shuffling things around according to the new floor layout that Sawyer had said would probably work better.

“Hey. How are you doing?” I asked as I stepped back to let Sawyer inside.

“I’m good. I spent the day being interrogated by Chris. Who, by the way, is thrilled that I’m moving here. And he’s determined that I’m going to live in his spare bedroom.”

Sawyer took off his coat and dropped it on the love seat in my office. He looked amazing in his tight jeans and a button-down that I wasn’t sure was the best choice for doing grout, but I understood the reasoning. We were going out.

“I’m a little early. Do you think we can do the grout yet?” Sawyer asked. When he turned toward me, I saw that the shirt had a zipper up the front instead of the normal buttons. Interesting. But that could certainly be fun to play with later.

“Yeah, probably. I’ve had the heater turned way up all day, and it all seemed really warm and dry. I figure that if nothing else, it’ll get us through the inspection, and then if needed, we can fix things later.”

“Oh, good. I feel terrible about the mortar thing still.”

“Don’t. The guy at the store should have told us we’d need it. It’ll all work out.”

I knew he felt bad and why, but it wasn’t his fault. He was the one who’d suggested the idea, but even Grandma had obviously thought about it at some point and just didn’t get the chance to follow through.

“I have everything ready, I just haven’t had the chance to start yet. I’ve been working on the young adult section and moving it up into place. I’ll finish that tomorrow after we open.”

“Did you want to do it now? I can help. Two is always faster than one,” Sawyer said.

I was hesitant. I really wanted to get the grout done so we could get to our date, starting with dinner at the festival. I’d been looking forward to spending time with Sawyer away from the bookstore all day.

“You’re thinking too hard. Come on,” Sawyer said. He grabbed my hand and tugged me to the back of the store where I’d been working to move the books up to the front. He was right though. It only took the two of us an hour to finish the move, and the section looked great in its new location.

Then we moved on to the grout. It was easier than the mortar but just as messy, if not a little more so. Immediately I had to stop looking at Sawyer because with him crouched down like he was, the jeans cupped his ass perfectly, and it was so difficult to not stare.

I moved to the opposite end and started there, working toward the center, toward Sawyer. When we were both close enough, I couldn’t help but lean a little closer to the man that was such a distraction.

When he reached over and started adding grout right next to me, our hands kept bumping. It wasn’t until it happened the fourth time that I realized that Sawyer was doing it on purpose, so I played along.

I moved closer, pressing my left shoulder to the back of his right, and moved my left knee into between his. “Is there something you need?” I whispered next to his ear. I smiled when Sawyer shivered in response. Bingo!

“There’s so much I need. But we have work to do.”

“Hmm, true. But there’s nothing that says we can’t have some fun while we work, is there?” I asked. I pushed my grout float against the tiles to balance myself before I leaned in and ran my lips down the side of Sawyer’s neck. He didn’t disappoint; he moaned.

“Hudson.”

“Hmm?” I said as I continued to run my lips up and down his neck and then around to the back. Sawyer dropped his head forward, and I moved in. The float forgotten, I let it fall to the drop cloth we’d put on the floor and slid my hands around Sawyer’s waist.

When I wrapped them around to his front, I moved my hands upward until I found his nipples through the shirt and flicked at the hard nubs. Sawyer gasped, and I said a silent thank-you for someone who was so responsive.

Sawyer picked his head up, and I moved back a bit, until he turned his head to the side and I got a look at his face. His