Page 43 of Salvage Him
His guys had finished the floors throughout the house a few days ago. They were gorgeous and exactly how I envisioned it. It wasn't the first time Harrison Crawford had been insidemyhead.
"The woodwork in this place is amazing." Abbie tested the wetpaint.
"Harrison did it. All of it." I pulled her hand away and pushed her throughthedoor.
"Wow. Hot and talented. He's a carpenter. Like Jesus." Abbie held her hands out and hummed a hymn as she crossedtheroom.
I rolled my eyes and headed up thestairs.
I stopped atthetop.
A drafting table sat in the middle room. It was the table I showed him, but so much more. It was made of the richest, most vibrant wood. The glass tabletop sat at an angle in thecenter.
I walked toward it, excited to feel the smooth finish on my fingertips. I pressed the glass, and the table moved in a circle. I squealed before I could containmyself.
I moved it around and checked out the shelves, drawers, and compartments. The whole unit hit me hip high. I took one lap around the workstation. When I made it all the way around, Harrison stood at the top of thestairs.
I smiled and continued toinspectit.
I pressed on the tabletop again, and ittilted.
"You can set it at the angle you want." Harrison pointed to the edge of thetable.
I leaned into him as he explained how the tableworked.
"You can lock it in one position, so it won't move on you. The whole thing is set on a swivel so you can work from all angles. It will help when the sun hits this room in the afternoon." Harrison spun thetable.
I grinned like anidiot.
I forgot about Abbie; I forgot about my marriage. At that moment, I let Harrison be the center of myworld.
"While I'm enjoying this little dance the two of you seem to be having, I'm hungry. Can we order some food?" Abbieasked.
She brought me back toreality.
We both looked over at Abbie as she stood by the stairs, resting her head on the railing. She stood and crossed her arms over her chest, a knowing grin onherface.
"What do you ladies feel like?" Harrison asked as he stepped awayfromme.
I missed himinstantly.
"He's so polite," Abbie mocked. Harrison took it as natural ribbing and didn't seem to care. "I'd like to try some of this Tex-Mex I keep hearing so muchabout."
"You haven't had Tex-Mex.” Harrison feignedoutrage.
"No, sexy, I'm from Brooklyn, remember?" Abbie wiggled hereyebrows.
"Well, little lady, I'll just hop on my horse and rustle you up some vittles on the double." Harrison tipped animaginaryhat.
"I knew that's how they really talked." Abbie clapped her handstogether.
"I'll meet you guys back at the mainhouse."
"Thanks, Harrison." I leaned against the table. "Iloveit."
I held his gaze a secondtoolong.
He averted his eyesandleft.
