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Flashing both sides open to give him a full-frontal view, I said, “Now you know,” and laughed, loving the hungry look in his eyes.
“So much for me being able to get a wink of sleep,” he said.
“Sorry, not sorry.” A flicker of desire came to life deep inside of me, and I wondered how that was even possible.
Instead of acting on it, because if we crawled back in that bed, I didn’t know how soon we’d be coming out of it, I closed my wrap and led him out of the room.
When we got to the door to the garage, I turned to him. West pulled me into him with a hand at my waist, kissed me soundly, then said, “Sleep well, Presley. I’ll see you back here in a few hours.”
“Sweet dreams,” I said as he went out the door.
I couldn’t deny the thrill I got from his sexy, frustrated growl as he walked to his SUV.
Chapter Fifteen
West
Monday morning, I was a cliché. Getting laid sure as hell could improve a guy’s mood.
After sleeping like the dead, I’d woken up early with lots of energy. I’d even caught myself humming in the shower. Humming, for fuck’s sake. I barely recognized myself, but I wasn’t complaining.
A few hours with Presley Holiday naked had rocked my world. After literally aching for her for weeks, I’d gotten her out of my system.
Something told me I’d be reliving the memories of last night for the foreseeable future. A devilish voice in my head wondered if memories would be enough, but I squelched it.
They’d have to be enough. Last night was a one-off.
My mom and Thomas had brought the girls back home early today as planned. It’d been damn good to hug my little princesses, nonstop chatter, bouncing energy, and all. My mom had assured me they’d had the best weekend, all of them, Thomas included. When I’d told her I felt bad that they were spending so much time without me this summer, she’d insisted that being with family was good for everyone.
Don’t kid yourself. Allie and Kinsley and the other girls who watch them are like family in their minds, my mom had said. Your girls make bonds easily and fast. That means they feel secure. That’s because of you, West.
Her words assuaged my concern, but they also served as a reality check and a warning. My daughters did bond fast and easily, particularly with women. They’d already started bonding with Presley. She could be a positive influence in their lives as long as I didn’t screw up and give them any reason to think Miss Presley could be more than a client and a distant family friend.
A one-off, I reminded myself as I got out of my SUV at the construction office.
An unforgettable, mind-blowing one-off.
The Dawson Construction HQ was basically a giant heated garage with a full wood shop, plenty of storage for supplies and samples, and a cluttered but functional office.
Levi and Nick were already in the office, waiting for me. Today’s meeting was a check-in on our projects before Nick and I met our crews at our respective worksites.
“Morning,” I said as I came in from the work area.
“What’s up?” Nick said.
“Hey, West,” our boss said. “Let’s get started so you two can get to your jobs. I’m running into Nashville to pick up the backordered bathroom cabinets for the Holiday project.”
“They don’t deliver anymore?” I asked.
“It’ll take nearly a week for them to get them here. You’re ready for those now.”
“We were ready for them last week,” I agreed, “but we’ve got plenty to keep us busy in the meantime.”
“How’s the kitchen cabinetry going?” Levi asked me.
“Slick. Alicia’s doing a bang-up job as always.” She was our in-house carpenter who built out all our custom cabinetry. “We’ve got about half of them in. The other side needed some adjustments due to changes Presley made on appliances. Alicia said she’d have them delivered by end of Thursday.”
“How’s that walnut looking with the paint color she picked out?”
