Page 69 of Tempting Me

But then I see a familiar truck drive by toward the cabins, and I pick up my steps.

“He wouldn't,” I whisper to no one.

I practically sprint past all the cabins until I get to the last one.

Sure enough, there is Luca’s truck backed between two trees. Yeah, okay, you'd have to be standing right where I am to see it, but that’s not the point.

I march up to the door and storm in, slamming it shut.

“Shit.” Luca spins around, his hand flying to his chest. “You scared me.”

“I told you not to come here during the day.”

He sighs. “I’m just trying to get some things done.”

“Well, do it later.”

“I’ll be like fifteen minutes.”

“No.”

“Damnit, Shay, just let me do this real quick.”

“Why?”

“Because I fucking want to make you happy. Jesus. And having these cabins finished will do that, so just let me do my job.”

I pull back as if he slapped me.

Oh.

“Okay” is all I can think to say.

“Okay.”

Then I rush out so I don’t do something stupid like kiss him again, because after a comment like that, how could I not want to jump into his arms?

This is bad. So, so bad.

Kissing Luca Asher is a recipe for disaster, and I can’t afford to do anything that could jeopardize finishing this place.

I want to make you happy.

Ugh.

Swoon.

Shit.

Luca!

True to his word,Luca finished whatever he needed in the cabin and left for the day. Now, the sun has gone down, leaving only its scorching heat as any sign that it was here today.

I glance out the back windows of The Marina, pulling my hair into a messy bun to keep it from sticking to my neck as I watch Luca’s truck pull into the parking lot.

He gets out, takes a deep breath, then grabs a bag and makes his way toward the cabins again.

Last I knew, we were still working inside the main dining room tonight.

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