Page 57 of Break My Heart
She frowns. ‘That’s too bad. I was hoping it’d be fixed today.’
‘Why don’t you just get a new one?’ I jiggle the table, noticing how unstable it is, the remaining legs wobbling with just a little movement. And the top is all scratched and worn.
‘I just got that table.’
‘From where? The dumpster?’
She laughs. ‘Yeah, but it’s not that bad. It just needs a new leg.’
‘It needs to go back in the dumpster. Why don’t I just build you one?’
‘You can build a table?’ She jumps off the counter and pours herself more water.
‘I built them for the brewery. I have some leftover wood at my parents’ house. It wouldn’t take me long to build you one.’
She stares at me. ‘You built those tables? I was thinking you’d spent a fortune on them. They’re gorgeous.’
‘Thanks. I think they turned out okay. The wood’s from an old shed my dad tore down.’
‘How much would it cost?’
‘What?’
‘The table.’
‘You don’t have to pay me. I already have what I need. I don’t have to buy anything. And it’s part of the deal we made. I said I’d fix your table.’ I point to it. ‘This thing is beyond repair. I can’t fix it. I need to make you a new one.’
‘Sawyer, I would love that. And there’s no rush. Like I said, I’m not home much.’
‘I’ll try to get to it this week. Maybe I’ll make one for myself while I’m at it. Then maybe I’d have people over.’
‘I didn’t mind eating on the couch.’ She gives me that sexy smile again.
If she keeps this up, we’re going to end up where we were last night. And this time, I don’t think we’ll be stopping.
Chapter 13
Sawyer
‘That’s good,’ Gina says, watching as I adjust the picture on the wall. I’ve hung three so far, two in the living room and one by the kitchen table.
I step away. ‘You sure? I think it’s too far to the left.’
She chews on her lip. ‘I think you’re right.’
‘I’m right?’ I smile at her. ‘How much did it hurt you to say that? I bet you’re in a lot of pain right now.’
She rolls her eyes. ‘Just fix the picture.’
After it’s straightened, we go to the bedroom to hang a mirror above her dresser. Being in her bedroom seems risky, but it’s been over an hour since she gave me that flirty smile and she hasn’t made even one flirty remark. She’s been all business, focused on getting everything done. I need to do the same. I need to hang the mirror and get out of here.
‘I’ll need a drill for this,’ I say, noticing the weight of the mirror. ‘You need wall anchors. You can’t use nails. It’s too heavy.’
‘I don’t have a drill.’
‘I do. It’s in my car. I’ll go down and get it.’
When I return with the drill, she’s lying on her bed, reading a beer magazine. It might just be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. A gorgeous girl on a bed reading about brewing beer? It’s my damn fantasy come true.
