Tame This (The McCallans, Book Two) by Hadley Quinn Read Free Book Online

or something in it.”
    Melanie laughed but acted stunned. “The thought would never even cross my mind.”
    “Right,” he nodded smugly.
    As Melanie pulled out each item, she explained what it was. Some dishes went to the fridge and some to the freezer , and she was quick to comment about how bare his kitchen was.
    “Yeah, well, I have n’t really had a chance to stock up on anything,” he replied, running a hand over his head.
    “Did you just wake up? It’s almost noon.”
    “Seriously?” he gasped, looking for a clock. He didn’t even have one in sight. Not even the stove showed the right time. “Shit, I got stuff to do.”
    “Well eat something first. Here, I’ve got the perfect thing.” She pulled out a plastic container from the fridge and peeled the lid off. “Fruit and yogurt,” she smiled at him.
    His face deadpanned. “You know I’m a guy, right?”
    “Really?”
    He scoffed but took the container from her and searched for a fork.
    “You should eat more fruit,” she told him, sitting down at the counter. “I know you don’t exactly have to watch your figure or anything, but you’re young and healthy and should keep it that way.”
    “How do you know if I’m healthy,” he stated, forking a hunk of apple. He assumed he was supposed to dip it in the yogurt that was sectioned off in the container, so he did and stuck it in his mouth. “Maybe I’m rotting from the inside out,” he mumbled as he chewed.
    “Then you should be concerned about what you eat,” she smiled at him. “Come on, Jay. I’m just trying to look out for you. I guess I just have that stuff on my mind because of this ,” she held her hands in front of her little baby bump. “When you’ve got someone else depending on your choices, life shifts a little bit, I suppose.”
    He took a few more bites to avoid having to make a response. It was a bastard move, but a classic one. He could hardly make his own life decisions in life let alone have a conversation about someone else’s.
    “So what kind of stuff do you have to do today?” Melanie asked. She reached across the counter and plucked a strawberry out of the dish.
    “My car,” he motioned his head to the backyard. “Gonna put in some hours.”
    “What’s wrong with your car?”
    “Oh, not the Nova. I picked up another one last week. One I’ll rebuild and sell.”
    “Ooh, another ugly beast to give a pretty makeover to.”
    With a smirk he said, “It’s more than just a pretty makeover. The fucking thing needs more blood and sweat than I think I can give it.”
    She pursed her lips for a second and said, “Need some help? I’ve got nothing to do today.”
    He refrained from laughing. “Um, Mel, I’m not rebuilding a Lego car. And in your condition, you’re probably not the best choice to help out.”
    “My condition ,” she scoffed. But she smiled and asked, “So it’s not like what you see in fiction? The girl stands there with short shorts and a barely-there shirt and hands you tools?”
    Her wit made him laugh but he shook his head. “You could easily pass for a sexy mechanic model, Mel, but no , that’s not how it works. I’d have you sweaty and greasy and—”
    He stopped when he noticed the look on her face. Her pretty green eyes were wide with excitement and the partial smile on her lips was intriguing. She was still waiting for him to finish the sentence but he completely lost his train of thought.
    “So you really could use my help?” she finally asked.
    “No,” he answered quickly as he finished off a few more bites of food. He closed up the container and stuck it in the fridge. “And I don’t let chicks watch me work.”
    She pretended to be offended but said, “Why not? You could charge admission and make a killing.”
    He was amused by her sense of humor—and the compliment—but shook his head. “Unless it’s Teague or Beck, I work alone. But I really need to get some shit done. I only have a few hours now.”
    “You