Page 40 of Second Start: Family
“He who?”
But Bexley was already gone.
*
Hall hesitated when he saw Kenzie in place of Bexley holding the shelf in place. But not for long.
Just because Bexley had chuckled and joked about their nearness working inside the closet together being wasted on the two of them didn’t mean anything different now that Kenzie stood there.
Although there was that smile of hers from not long ago and the affect it had on him…
“Bexley asked me to hold this.”
She peeked out at him from under the shelf, like a puppy from under a bed.
No.
Not the least like a puppy.
And shut up about beds.
Her lips were parted.
In concentration.
Had nothing to do with how that made them look like they were inviting a kiss … and an opportunity for his tongue to slide between those lips and—
Whoa. How had he gotten froma kisstohis tongue. Hell, how had he gotten to lips at all.
Oh, right.
Practicality.
That’s all.
“Better close your mouth. Drilling the pilot hole will help, but this still might throw off grit and stuff like—”
He shut that down. It reminded him of that first Sunday. She’d stepped out of that car like a model in one of those ads that showed real people, only at their very best, while he’d looked and felt like a corn dog rolled around in dirt for hours. Worse, it reminded him of his going up to shower and wraiths of thoughts about the wind molding her pants to her and her hair whipping around intruding when he should have been strictly focused on that mundanity of sluicing off grit.
She closed her mouth.
Half a breath later, he knew that was just as bad.
Because now he could imagine kissing her and teasing those lips apart until—
“Am I doing it wrong? Do you need me to move to get it in there?”
“No,” he half-barked at her.
*
Hall Quick breathed hard.
She had the feeling it was meant to control his irritation with her.
She hoped it accomplished that.
In the meantime, it was driving her crazy.
