it to your portfolio. Come on, if you can make this a showplace, that ought to get you jobs anywhere.”
“The bones are here, and your mom did make a good start upstairs.” A wall of tired hit her and she yawned. “And yes, I’ll take you up on the pool house, at least for tonight.”
The grin on his face made her heart skip a beat.
“Great. We should change the sheets on the bed. I cleaned all the linens—they’re in the closet upstairs. I’ll get sheets and towels for you.”
“Matt...” She put a hand on his arm. “I slept at a truck stop last night, and I haven’t had a proper shower in two days. Old sheets aren’t a problem. I’ll be fine.”
“I’ll get the sheets, anyway. And then I’ll carry your stuff in from the truck.”
She smiled as he took off. He was a good guy. A really good one.
Now, if only she could keep her hands off him.
He’s a client. Yes, albeit a fit, good-looking one. But she wouldn’t screw this up. Too much depended on it.
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