Page 95 of Small Town Firsts
Kain gave me a bland stare. “Then why the hell are you getting ahead of yourself? You might find out she snores and want to toss her out the window.”
“She doesn’t.”
His scarred eyebrow rose. “Yeah, I knew you were sleeping together.”
“Once.”
“And you’ve got the hearts and flowers action going on? Ah, hell. Maybe you are in trouble.”
“Worse. I see babies, man.” I saw my future and it should scare me way more than it did. It was just a certainty in my chest as much as in my head.
Both of his eyebrows shot up. “Really? How the hell do you know that so soon?”
“I just know it.” I set the can back on the arm of the chair. “Like catching a wave.”
He grinned. “I bet you ride that wave. She’s got curves for days, my friend.”
“Watch it. That’s my future wife you’re talking about.”
He took a long pull from his can. “Man, I’ll never fall that hard. If she figures that out, she’ll have you sprinting down the aisle.”
I laughed. “Pretty sure she’s the one who’ll have to catch up.”
“Be careful. Right now it’s your lust brain talking.”
“I know what I know.”
He shook his head and took a longer sip. “Gonna be an interesting summer.”
I had a feeling he was right.
TWENTY-THREE
KIRA
NOT READY YET
I was goingto push that man off the damn side of the hill.
I stood with my hands at my hips as the he in question, and Kain, built a bench swing in my spot. I knew it was the perfect place for a couple to sit and look out on my favorite view, but it was my spot, dammit.
My lone swing had been there since we started building and now he was changing it.
Both of them had their shirts off and were using power tools like professionals. Laughing as they worked but no actual screwing around. They’d been jumping in to help whenever someone asked all damn day—with a smile and not a single complaint.
Very annoying.
It was the fourth project they put together this week without me even mentioning it. Hell, I was going to ask our landscaping team to do it with the final plants, but nope. I’d wanted that swing in a different spot, but they were right to install it there.
Still pissed me off.
The jerk also checked the project management app I’d set up for all the senior staff. Then Ronan went ahead and ordered the pieces, got them shipped, then he even put the scannedinvoices into the right place in the program. All freaking tidy and efficient.
Then he had the nerve to be friendly and sweet—if hands off.
Not dragging me into a dark corner for a kiss.
Not a single flirty, Viking-esque remark.
