Page 15 of Electric Kiss

“I’ll use soothing sounds to lull you into thinking this is a walk in the park.”

“I could listen to your voice all day long,” Nate said.

She didn’t look at him, instead concentrating on his shoulder, using her thumb over his shoulder and down to his upper bicep. Back and forth until she’d manipulated it back into place.

“There, you’re set. It will be sore for a few days. It might be worth taking some painkillers and making sure you rest it. You don’t want it popping back out.”

As Daisy stood and stepped away, he lightly touched her wrist. The warmth of their skin seemed to consume her. Nate gazed into her eyes.

“Thank you,” he whispered, taking a deep breath.

“Anytime,” Daisy whispered back with a slight smile before turning to walk away.

“I think I broke my wrist, too,” he blurted.

“What?”

“Yeah, it’s looking a bit swollen,” he said, nodding to the offending wrist.

Daisy looked closely, and it was red and angry.

“I have a job this evening and first thing in the morning,” Nate confessed.

Feeling responsible, she went into Miss Fix-It mode. “What’s the job? I might be able to help?”

He laughed, a belly laugh this time, and it irritated her. She’d spent her entire working life being laughed at. Just because she was a woman in a man’s world.

“Why are you laughing? What job is it you think I couldn’t possibly do? People have laughed me at my wholelife from every corner, so don’t piss me off, Nathaniel Hill, especially after what I just did for you.”

Nate paced towards her and cupped her cheek with the hand on his sore arm. He didn’t flinch even though it had to be sore.

“I’m sorry, Daisy, it’s just I really don’t think you can help me,” he whispered.

“Try me,” she said, hoping it was something she could do.

“All right, follow me,” he said and took off around the side of the workshop. Daisy picked up her skirt and jogged after him. When she turned the corner, she grinned.

She was going to enjoy this.

“I need you to take those boxes out of the wheelbarrow and put them on the forklift. Then you need to drive it to the boat at the end of the quay. I was going to take them when I barrelled into you.”

“Keys,” she said, holding out her hand.

“You cannot drive that. You need to be trained and have certificates.”

“Where are the keys, Nate?” she repeated more firmly.

“They’re in the ignition,” he replied.

She blanched that he would be so careless leaving the keys where anyone could go for a joyride, but then thought he could have been getting ready to make the trip before she interrupted him.

He gave her a smug smile like he was calling her bluff.

She hitched up her skirts again, ignoring his head tilt as he checked out her legs and marched to the forklift truck. She grabbed the handle above the open door and hopped in. It started as soon as she turned the key, and she drove it to the stack of three boxes that were next to the trailer. Daisy piled them on and then expertly lifted them. She swung theforklift truck around and drove to where Nate stood, opened-mouthed.

“Where is the boat?” she snapped, her eyes searching intently.

Just then, realisation dawned, and his eyes went wide.

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