Page 11 of The Agent
“What’s difficult is having to jump over a huge hole in the floor every time I walk down my hall,” she countered.
“I’ll fix it soon, I promise. Anyway, I’ve gotta go. We’ll talk this week, ’kay?”
“Hot date?” she teased.
“Yep.”
Marley grinned to herself. “Should I bother asking for her name or will she be but a mere speed bump in the road that is your love life?”
“Very poetic. And the answer is we’ll see,” Sam said mysteriously. “I’ll talk to you later, kiddo.”
They hung up, and Marley was still smiling as she started the car and left the hospital staff lot. Sam always managed to brighten her day. They hadn’t been very close growing up. He’d been the epitome of a pesky little brother, what with his unfunny pranks and that God-awful, year-long “why?” phase. Oh, and she most definitely hadn’t appreciated the time he’d squeezed purple hair dye into her shampoo bottle.Permanenthair dye. But after their mother died, they’d banded together to console their dad, and a bond had formed. Now, Marley couldn’t imagine not having Sammy in her life.
Turning onto the main street, she headed in the direction of home. As she pulled into her driveway, she noticed a shiny black Range Rover parked next door and her heart gave an involuntary jump. She thought of Caleb Ford’s piercing blue eyes and lean, muscular body, then pushed the memory of her neighbor from her mind. She parked and climbed the rickety porch steps, her feet aching the entire time. Forget yoga tonight—she was heading straight to the bathtub and staying in there for hours.
Kicking off her flip-flops, she closed the door, hopped over the stack of two-by-fours on the floor and made a beeline for the narrow staircase. The moment she reached the top step, the doorbell chimed, startling the hell out of her.
Sighing, she headed back downstairs, determined to get rid of whoever had rung the bell. No one she knew would show up unannounced, so it was probably someone selling newspaper subscriptions or something equally annoying, and she wasn’t in the mood to deal with that right now. She paused in front of the door and peered into the peephole.
A shaky breath flew out of her mouth when she found Caleb Ford’s blue eyes peering back at her.
Shoot. She was so not prepared for a visit from the hottie next door. She had convertible hair, wasn’t wearing a spot ofmakeup and she hadn’t even bothered putting on a bra when she’d changed out of her nursing scrubs.
But she couldn’tnotanswer the door. He knew she was home. He’d probably seen her pull up just now.
The doorbell rang a second time.
Maybe she shouldn’t answer it all. She didn’t know this guy—just because he was renting the house next door, that didn’t make them buddies. She didn’t owe him anything.
Actually, you do. He helped you escape death.
A sharp knock rapped against the door, making her jump. Wow, this guy was overeager, wasn’t he?
Taking a deep breath, she finally reached for the knob and opened the door. And then there he was, standing on her porch and looking even sexier than she remembered.
He hooked his thumbs through the belt loops of his faded blue jeans. The stance just screamedcool,emphasized by the way the sun was setting directly behind him. Dark oranges and reds lit up the sky, and in turn cast a ruddy glow over him. He looked like a cowboy in the Wild West, standing in the sunset.
Vivid imagination, Marley.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?” Caleb asked in a deep sexy voice that made her shiver despite the balmy breeze drifting into the hall.
She shook the cobwebs from her mind and tried to remember what she’d been doing before being assaulted by his sex appeal. “I was about to take a bath,” she admitted.
Something flickered in his eyes. Heat?
“Oh.” He cleared his throat. “Sorry I interrupted you. I came by to see about your arm.”
“My arm?” Then she remembered, and glanced down at the bandage covering the cut. “It’s fine, just a scrape.”
“Oh,” he said again, shifting awkwardly. “I guess I’ll go then. I just wanted to see how you were doing.”
Promise to keep an open mind. Be open to some flirting, or heck, even a casual conversation.
Gwen’s words buzzed in her head. She hesitated. Okay, maybe she could manage some light-hearted small talk, a flirty remark or two. It wouldn’t kill her. He was obviously trying to be nice, coming over to check on her.
Besides, did she really want to send away the first man who’d made her feel anything close to desire in months?
“The bath can wait a little while longer,” she found herself saying. “Do you want to come in for a quick cup of coffee?”
