Blackness Within (61 page)

“Garrett Sharp.”

I grasp his palm and retrieve my hand quickly.

“I live in the old Victorian up on Cliff Drive. I’m gutting it and need new cabinets. The Sanders said you’re doin’ theirs. I was hopin’ you’d be available to do mine too.”

He smoothes his hands down his pea coat that’s covering a three-piece navy suit. His hair has I don’t know what in it, to keep it slicked perfectly to the side. Dude looks like a model or a boy Barbie, if there is such a thing.

I flip open the appointment book and move to an opening with my finger marking the spot.

“I can come out and give you an estimate next Friday.”

“I’ll make sure my girlfriend’s there. What time?”

“Ten.”

“Em’s usually at her shop then. Do you have anything after three when she closes?”

I feel my finger dig into the paper as he asks. Why is his girlfriend hiding from him in my shop? I eye him for a moment while he fucks with his phone, running through his schedule. When his questioning dark blue eyes flick back up to mine I respond, “Ten’s all I’ve got until two weeks later. We’re pretty slammed right now.”

It’s not a lie. I’ve got orders to fill eighteen months out. But I could go to his house anytime I feel like it because I make my own schedule. I’m not willing to budge for him.

“I’ll make it work,” he assures me.

I pencil in his details, and he rushes out the door with his phone to his ear. I think it’s safe to say Adam’s a douche. I smack the appointment book shut, and stalk back into the shop. Irritated.

I come to a halt when I find Emily out of her coat and scarf, bending over at the waist, stroking a coffee table I’m working on for myself. And my dick is almost at full-mast instantly at the sight of her tight ass in a snug pair of black jeans. She’s trying to kill me.

“I told you not to move,” I snarl.

She jumps with a start, screaming out as she begins to stumble. I’m on her before I know I’m moving. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her back to my chest. Fuck me. She feels better than I’ve imagined. Soft and warm, fitting perfectly against my much larger frame. Her hair perfectly below my face to tip my head down and suck in a lungful of her beachy scent. I don’t, but I could. All. Fucking. Day. Long.

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Originally from Kansas City, Missouri, Norma Jeanne recently found herself relocating to the United Kingdom. Now living in Belfast, she took hold of the opportunity to kick the 9-5 job for a chance to become an author. The best part: working from her home office, she gets to spend more time with her cast of crazy characters (written and real).

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