times on the off chance that you decide to walk around your backyard naked.”
Her smile grew. “Nah. The one time I tried that, I caught Jerry walking around his backyard naked. And let me tell you, an eighty-year-old naked man is not something you can unsee.”
“I’ll call off the drone immediately.”
“Smart man, but I have to say I’m slightly alarmed by your gross invasion of privacy.”
I gave her a squeeze. “I’ve been attempting to stare down your shirt for months while you drew unicorn butts with my daughter. You have no idea the depths of my depravity when it comes to you.”
She laughed the way I’d hoped. While Hadley and I had shared quite a few laughs over text messages, this was the first time we’d really been able to talk freely without Rosalee’s little ears looming nearby.
This was better. Holding her, cracking jokes while shooting the shit… This could become addicting.
This was Hadley. The most dangerous woman of all. And there I was, sneaking over to her house, volunteering for a crash-and-burn situation. I didn’t know what it was about that woman that I found so irresistible. The taste of her both literally and figuratively the night before had been more than enough to have me throwing all caution to the wind to come back for seconds, thirds, and more.
“No. Seriously,” she pressed. “How’d you know they haven’t finished yet?”
“There’s a stack of shingles that hasn’t been touched in months in your side yard. What’s the holdup?”
She groaned. “I paid them.”
“And?”
“And that’s the holdup. I made the mistake of paying them in full upfront, and now, they drop by once a week, hammer one nail, then tell me they have to go get supplies and never come back.”
My jaw got hard. “First, never pay anyone in full. Half upfront. Half at the end. Second, what day of the week do they stop by to hammer that nail?”
“Usually Mondays. They appear with a whole truck of workers but do nothing. I swear it’s like a parade. They all march in at seven a.m. Then they all march out thirty minutes later. It’s entirely possible they come over just to have their weekly company meeting. I’m not really sure.”
“Okay, then on Monday, I’ll be here at seven.”
“You don’t have to do that. I’m almost to the point of going nuclear on them.” She twisted her lips. “Almost. If not this week, definitely sometime in the next seven years.”
“Right. Which is why I’m coming over. This contractor thinking he can pull this shit over on you, when he should have finished the damn job months ago, is unacceptable. He shouldn’t have taken the money from you upfront, much less billed you for it. I’ll be here Monday. He and I will talk and that talk will either end with a refund for shit he hasn’t accomplished or a realistic end date I find acceptable for when they’ll finish the project. That’s supposed to be your studio, right?”
“Yeah,” she whispered, her face filled with sweet surprise as she looked up at me.
She had no family. No man in her life. Shit. How long had it been since anyone had actually taken care of this woman? I didn’t want to think about it because, in one way or another, all of those factors were my fault.
“Then it’s not something you should have to wait on. Is your guest room ventilated properly for you to be painting in there? The fumes can’t be good for your body.”
That got me more warmth. More adoration. And she added a grin. “It has a window.”
“Is your studio going to have a ventilation system?”
She pressed her lips together and nodded.
“Right. Then you know that a window isn’t good enough. So I’ll be here on Monday to talk to this contractor and get things worked out so you don’t have to listen to his bullshit for seven years or however long it would take you to go nuclear on him.”
“You’re a really sweet guy during non-naked time, Caven Hunt.” Her hand drifted up my abs and my chest to my neck, where she curled her fingers around the back of it and pulled me down for a lip touch.
Teasing her waistband, I spoke against her mouth. “I can be sweet during naked time too. Here, let me show you.”
She playfully slapped my hand away.
I lifted my hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop. But if you truly want to talk, I’m going to need you to crawl out of my