Screwdrivered (Cocktail #3) by Alice Clayton Read Free Book Online Page B

dressed in coveralls, and it made me think of something. When Jessica brought my breakfast over, I asked her, “So if I needed to get some work done on the house, roof, porch, et cetera, any recommendations on who to hire?”
    “Sure, plenty. Want me to put the word out?”
    “Yeah, I’m not a hundred percent sure what I’ll need yet, but there’s definitely some work to be done.”
    “Sounds like you’re planning on staying awhile,” she observed, looking at me with a knowing smile.
    “You’re kind of nosy, you know that?” I remarked, digging into my hash browns.
    “Hell yes,” she affirmed, setting a bottle of hot sauce in front of me and waving a hello to a new group that had just come in the front door.
    I finished up, got a coffee to go, and thanked Jessica in advance for putting the word out to get some help. I headed back to the house . . . where there was a cowboy waiting for me.
    I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, looking at the hunk who was on the porch. I noticed he’d avoided the broken floorboard. He stared at me, his eyes hard and unflinching. Recognition flared in them; did he remember me from the beach? Did he think I was still trespassing?
    Unfolding my legs from the car, I put on my best strut as I closed the distance between us. My first words to him had to be something memorable, something intoxicating, something to make him think the dirty thoughts. His eyes strayed to my legs as I strode purposefully toward him, clad in short denim cutoffs and recently cleaned boots. And a bandage. Aw yeah.
    Now standing at the bottom of the steps, I licked my lips as I appraised him. The seduction of Hank begins with the words . . .
    “I see by your buckle your name’s Hunk. I mean, Hunk. I mean, fuck, Hank. Crap.”
    He looked confused. Not amused.
    Birds chirped. Wind blew. Hank stared. I? Sweat. Aw yeah.
    Deciding to pretend I’d not spoken at all, I stared back at him, determined not to say anything.
    “So, you’re Hank, right?”
    Way to go, Viv.
    He nodded.
    Mmm. Nodding was the best. I wasn’t going to say anything else.
    The pressure of his silence built.
    “I’m Viv Franklin.” Sigh.
    He just continued to stare, and I wondered if I had Hungry Man breakfast on my face. So much for the seduction of Hank.
    “So anyway, I’m Maude’s great-niece. Did you even know I was coming out here?”
    “Mm-hmm.”
    He speaks! I mean, he hums!
    “Great. Okay, so . . .” I trailed off. Nothing. “Yesterday, when we were on the beach? And you said, you know, get the hell off the beach?”
    “That was you?”
    Okay, I’m a pretty girl. A tough kind of pretty, with the tats and the piercings, but I have a great face and not smallish boobs. Not to mention I was dragging a shit piñata behind me through the sand when we met. So overall, pretty memorable.
    But not to Cowboy Hank. This was going to be a tougher nut to crack than I thought. Good thing I liked a challenge.
    “Yep, that was me. This is my place now. I mean, I don’t know if I’m keeping it for sure, lots of work to be done, and I haven’t really seriously considered the implications of actually moving here from Philadelphia, but I’m thinking about it. What is it you do here, exactly? I heard you oversee things, but what does that entail? Does it mean—”
    “You sure talk a lot,” he mused, hooking his strong hands through his . . . gulp . . . belt buckle. Mmm, I did love a man who wasn’t afraid of a buckle.
    “I don’t normally.” I moved to the side to get out of the sun, and now he was in silhouette. Christ, his outline made me want to lick things. “Anyway, you want to come in?”
    “Nope. Just here to feed the horses. I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said with a frown, turning toward the barn.
    As he passed me I caught a whiff of his cologne. Spicy and manly. I suddenly sneezed.
    “And stay out of the barn, you’re making the animals nervous.”
    I stood there, evaluating and assessing. This