Iย stood in the door of my garage, holding a plate, looking at aย shirtless muscular back bent over a half-constructed staircase.
This was why I hadnโt wanted him here. I knew it was going to be a problem. I had a boyfriend and I was attracted to this guy and now Josh was going to be out here, half-naked and sweaty every time I needed something from the garage.
This was a pleasant upgrade from Miguel, for sure.
Josh had been working for me for a week. Heโd already done five orders and heโd done them well. He was a fairly decent carpenter. I got four more orders last night, just enough to keep him busy and shirtless in my garage until he went back to his real job for a forty-eight-hour shift the day after tomorrow.
He turned and gave me one of his million-dollar smiles. Straight white teeth, crooked upturned lips on one side. His hair had that messy thing going on, like a grown-man version of a cowlick. Then he saw what I was holding, and he deflated like a popped balloon. I made my way down the steps and shoved the plate in front of him. โI made lasagna.โ
He looked at it suspiciously. I couldnโt cook. I didnโt pretend I could. He was well aware of this. This was a Stoufferโs lasagna that Iโd heated up, so technically Iย didย make it.
Iโd made a few things Iโd shared with him over the last week. Some very soggy mac and cheese, a sad-looking sandwich, and a hot dog Iโd boiled in
water. I mean, if I was cooking for myself, I wasnโt going to not offer him some. That would be rude. After all, heโd fed me once and he was in my home.
Or maybe the rude thing was making him eat my cooking. I couldnโt tell which was worse.
โThanks.โ He took the plate. โIt smells good,โ he said almost hopefully. He always ate what I gave him, but heโd also brought a lunch today and announced it loudly when he got here.
โWant to come inside and eat at the table?โ I asked.
He checked his watch and wiped his head with the back of his hand. Iโd set up the fan, but it was still easily eighty-five out here, even with the garage door open. โSure.โ
He handed me back the plate and turned to put on a shirt while I watched the contoured muscles of his broad back disappear under the gray fabric. I averted my eyes when he turned back to me so it didnโt look like I had been staring the whole time.
On the way inside, Stuntman jumped at his feet. Josh scooped him up and held him for a minute, letting him lick his face.
The little thing was a roller-coaster ride of emotions. He seemed to take to Josh though. Heย hatedย Tyler. In fact, I was worried how it would play out once Tyler moved in. Stuntman wouldnโt even let him sit on the bed. Even thinking about how that was going to go launched me into a manic cleaning spree.
I wondered if Stuntman would let Josh sit on the bed. I bet he would.
Thatย thought made me want to clean too.
Josh washed his hands in the kitchen sink, grabbed a Coke from the fridge, and pulled up a chair at the table. He took a bite and made a face.
โWhat?โ
โItโs still a little frozen.โ He gulped hard, wincing.
I got up, collected his plate and stuck it in the microwave.
He wiped his mouth with a napkin and swallowed some soda, looking like he was trying to get the ice crystals from his teeth. โWhy donโt we make a deal? While Iโm here, Iโll do all the cooking.โ
I shrugged, leaning on the counter. โIโd be offended if I wasnโt so fucking practical.โ
He laughed and his dimples creased. God, he was a good-looking man. I,
on the other hand, looked like a bum.
My guilt response to the attractive male in the house was to make as little effort at looking presentable as humanly possible.
I had no way of controlling what thoughts about Josh ran through my head. That runaway train had already left the station. But Iย couldย control what I projected. My clothes were my outward way of saying, โNope, not interested,โ while internally my imagination was naked and disrespecting my relationship with Tyler in every way possible.
My hair was in a sloppy pile on my head and I had dressed like I was about to play a mean game of volleyball. I picked the shirt with the hole in the armpit on purpose.
โHey, I wanted to ask you for a favor,โ Josh said. โCan I use your guest bathroom to take a shower later?โ
Josh, naked in my shower.ย โSure.โ
โIโve got a date, and I donโt want to have to drive home and back.โ
โAnd do we have Stuntman to thank for this date?โ I asked, hoping I sounded adequately unaffected by this news.ย As I should be.ย The microwave beeped and I handed him back his plate.
โYou were right. Heโs a hunting dog,โ he mumbled. โWhat was that? I couldnโt hear you.โ I grinned.
He gave me a sideways smile. โHeโs a hunting dog. Are you happy?โ
Heโd taken Stuntman to the Home Depot on my challenge and heโd come back saying only, โLet me know when you want to do the photo shoot.โ
He put an exploratory finger into the center of the lasagna, testing the temperature, and seemed satisfied. He put his finger in his mouth to suck the sauce off it and started eating. I put my own plate in the microwave and leaned back on the counter to wait.
My cell phone pinged.
Sloan:ย Are you behaving yourself with your cute carpenter?
I grinned mischievously.
Kristen:ย Nope. He just put a finger in my lasagna.
Sloan:ย WTH?!
I snorted.
Sloan:ย Okay, now my eyelid is twitching. Thanks.
Triggering Sloanโs nervous eye twitch was like hitting the bell on a strongman game. I loved it. Youโd think after twelve years sheโd be desensitized to my sense of humor, but she never failed to get flustered.
Sloan:ย Remember, you can look but you canโt touch. Unless you break up with Tyler
I narrowed my eyes. Sheโd love that.
Kristen:ย Not a chance.
Sloanโs prejudices against my boyfriend boiled down to, โI just donโt see it.โ
It wasnโt him and me she couldnโt see. It was him andย us.
I guess I kind of got why. I mean, Tyler didnโt ride a motorcycle. He didnโt hunt. Didnโt care for poker. Preferred an expensive glass of wine to whiskey or beer. Liked theater over movies. Brandon and he had very little to discuss the one time they met except for the Marine Corps, and Tylerโs job was so specialized they couldnโt even really connect on that front.
Tyler didnโt fit into Sloanโs vision of our future, full of pool parties and barbecues. He was more of a cocktail-party and charcuterie-plate kind of guy.
I didnโt like charcuterie plates. They always had weird stuff on them.
I took my lasagna from the microwave and sat down across from Josh. โThat party is coming up soon,โ he said. โDo you mind if I got ready
here then too? Itโs thirty minutes in the wrong direction if I go home.โ
Sloan had a dinner party planned for stuffing wedding invitations into envelopes and putting together the wedding favors. It was a mandatory
bridal party activity and in typical Sloan fashion, she wanted everyone dressed to the nines to take pictures for Instagram.
โSure. Wanna share an Uber? I want to drink.โ โYeah, sounds good.โ
I smiled. I liked that we were going together. Aside from being fodder for my fantasies, Josh bore the distinction of being one of the few people who didnโt annoy me. I liked spending time with him.
A dangerous circumstance to be sure.
My cell phone rang and I answered it, leaning over in my chair to grab my order clipboard off the counter. I wrote the order down and hung up.
Josh gave me an amused smile. โWow, youโre so different on the phone.
So professional.โ
โI only cuss on business calls when Iโm upselling my Son of a Bitch and Crazy Little Fucker shirts.โ
Josh chuckled and cut another bite of lasagna with the side of his fork. โWhat did they order? Any stairs?โ
A part of me hoped he asked because he liked coming over and wanted a reason. That same part of me purposely dropped lasagna on my shirt as penance. If I had one more inappropriate thought about Josh, I was going to have to see if I had some old curlers to put in my hair.
โHe has my stairs in every room of his mansion already,โ I said, wiping the red sauce stain with a napkin. โDaleโs my best customer. Heโs got six Maltese and millions. He owns a strip club in downtown LA. Spent two years in prison for tax evasion. I love the guy. Every month he orders twenty-four shirts for his dogs. He likes me to deliver them in person.โ
His handsome brow furrowed. โYou deliver goods to a felon by yourself?โ
I gave him a cocked eyebrow. โHeโs eighty-three. Heโs lonely. And how dangerous can an arthritic old man with a ponytail and a dog named Sergeant Fluff McStuffs actually be?โ
He chuckled. โFluff McStuffs? Do all little dogs have stupid names?โ He took a drink of his soda.
I balled up the saucy napkin and picked up my fork. โYou should name any dog according to how it will sound while yelling his name and chasing him down the street in a bathrobe.โ
He laughed so suddenly Coke dribbled down his chin. He choked a
moment and I handed him a napkin.
โSo have you planned the bachelor party yet?โ I asked once heโd recovered.
โIโm working on it. Itโs not for another month and a half, so I have time.
How about you?โ He was still smiling and shaking his head.
โWeโre going to a day spa first. Then Hollywood in a limo to go barhopping. And Iโm making her a suck-for-a-buck shirt,โ I said.
His forehead wrinkled. โA what?โ
โHold onโIโll get it.โ I went to my room and grabbed the shirt Iโd been working on. When I came back out and held it up, he stared.
โAre those Life Savers?โ
Iโd sewn the candies onto the shirt every inch or so apart. โYeah. Random guys pay a dollar per candy and they have to bite it off her. The ones on her nipples are five dollars. Sheโs going to hate it.โ
He started laughing again.
โWhere are you taking Brandon?โ I draped the shirt carefully over the back of a chair and sat back down.
He chewed thoughtfully. โIโm thinking Vegas. No strip clubs. Maybe a nice resort, a round of golf. A steak house. This job is definitely helping me with the budget.โ
Youโd never find Brandon in a strip club. It spoke to their friendship that Josh knew that. I could see Brandon going to be a good sport, but that wasnโt his scene. He was kind of introverted. He didnโt like dancing, wouldnโt go near a karaoke bar. โHeโd probably like a straight-razor shave. Maybe a bourbon tasting.โ
He gave me an approving nod. โI like that. Anything else?โ
โCan you get a motorcycle? He loves his bike. Heโd want to ride there.โ That earned me a dimpled smile. โYouโre good at this.โ
โIโm full of ideas. Too bad theyโd never let us do something fun for the walk down the aisle. Sloan wants it all dignified.โ I rolled my eyes.
โWhat did you have in mind?โ
โI donโt know. Something viral videoโworthy. Maybe the lift fromย Dirty Dancingย or something.โ
โWe still could. It could be a surprise. You know theyโd love it once they saw it.โ
I eyed him. โDo you have those kinds of dance moves?โ
โHell yeah, Iโve got those moves. Nobody puts Baby in the corner. Let me know when you want to start practicing.โ
God, those dimples.
The corners of my lips turned up. โYou and I might just be the perfect best manโmaid of honor match ever.โ
He smiled at me a flicker of a second too long and something fluttered in my stomach.
I couldnโt help but think we were well matched in more ways than one. And mismatched in the worst way possible.