My lips tug up, but I control it as her head tilts and she glares.
“Good to know,” I say.
She nods then rolls her eyes. “Let's get to work.”
It’s probably best.
This whole calm conversation where we don’t fight but we insinuate our attraction is getting me worked up.
I follow her into the main room, already loving the way we have reframed some of the walls in here. You can see the changes already, and even though it’s not done, I feel pride and a weird amount of cockiness knowing that Shay won’t ever be able to walk into the place without thinking of me again.
“I bought paint today so I could start on the hallways while you’re finishing the walls in the dining room.”
“I can help you paint if you want,” I say, spotting her paintbrushes and trays in a corner. “I also have sprayers I could bring tomorrow to make it go faster. If we want this room done within the week, I think using our time effectively is smart.”
She stops walking and I bump into her.
“You really do want this place to be like it was when we were kids, don’t you?”
“I said I did, didn’t I?”
“Well, yeah, but you talk a lot.” She smirks.
Oh, we’ve moved from banter to teasing, huh?
“Everything that comes out of these lips is true, Shay. Haven’t you figured that out by now?”
“I am, yeah.”
Then she winks at me and keeps walking.
My heart jumps, as if I need to be alerted that she’s openly flirting with me.
I can’t help but grin as I watch her walk away from me.
“What if we went to look at the cabins tonight? I know there are ten of them, and with everything else we have going on, it will be impossible to finish them by the end of summer, but maybe we could knock out a few.”
“I could get more done if you let me work during the day.”
Silence.
I want to say more or ask about why this is still an issue, but I don’t.
It might be stupid, but it’s what she wants, so I’m just going to keep going with it.
“Yeah, let’s go look at them,” I say instead.
“Really?” She looks over her shoulder, and her face lights up. “Now?”
I nod.
Her pace picks up and her hips sway faster.
Hell, if I’d known this was the view I’d be getting, I’d have suggested the cabins sooner.
We walk out the back door of The Marina and follow the stone pathway to where the cabins sit just off to the right. As Shay said, there are ten of them. They vary in size from one bedroom to two—a few offer extra beds for families. Some even have living rooms, and the one farthest away has a cozier vibe for couples who come for a weekend getaway.
We stop at the first one.