Page 89 of Single-Minded
Levi had been the one to order the fixtures I’d picked out for the top of the boathouse two or three weeks ago since I added that to the project after the fact. Apparently West hadn’t seen the order.
West: I didn’t think so. These and some similarly chunky railings are what we got. These aren’t your style at all.
I laughed.
Presley: What is my style?
West: You love silver fixtures, but I’m betting for outside, with your gray and white house, you went with a sleek black something or other.
I couldn’t help grinning because he’d nailed it.
Presley: Yes and yes. Do you know all your clients this well?
He sent an emoji of a disturbed face.
West: No, ma’am. You’re special. I’m going to see if I can track down what happened and get the right products here. Probably not till tomorrow since it’s after five.
Presley: My hero.
West: I’ll show you hero.
I grinned hard. I loved that he knew me so well. And called me special. And sent a veiled, suggestive message.
“Who are you texting with?” Chloe asked.
Meeting her gaze in the mirror, I realized she was raising a brow at me.
“My contractor.”
Chloe repeated, “Your contractor? You mean the big, burly, hot guy you have a mad crush on?”
I wasn’t much of a blusher, but I felt my face go hot, and I couldn’t wipe my smile away.
“West, I assume?” Emerson asked.
I fake-glared at Chloe. “Thanks for outing me, friend.”
“Is this West Aldridge?” Willow asked.
I made eye contact with my stylist, who I’d just met an hour ago, and pressing my lips together, nodded.
“I can see why you’d crush on him,” Emerson said.
“He’s got the tool belt thing going on,” Chloe explained, and the other two nodded knowingly.
“I was apparently the last woman alive to understand the tool belt thing,” I said.
“But you get it now,” Willow stated rather than asked.
“Oh, I totally get it now.” I noticed Chloe looking at me curiously. “What?” I asked her.
“Has it progressed to more than a crush?” she asked.
I glanced around even though I knew we four were alone. “This is one of those ‘what’s shared at the salon stays at the salon’ moments, right?”
Emerson made a zipping-her-lips motion.
Willow said, “Mum’s the word.”
