Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
I shake my head at myself, pushing the insane thoughts away. I need to get a grip. I’ve never been one to be boy-crazy. Hell, I haven’t had a boyfriend in … well, forever. It just hasn’t seemed worth it until now, and seeing all the drama my friends go through with men has been more than enough to confirm I made the correct decisions. More than that, I’ve just never met a man who made me want to share a life with him.
Well, until now.
My to-do list for the day is still whirring around the back of my mind, taunting me. I really need to go and finish the vlog that’s supposed to be posted tomorrow, the one that’s only half edited that I promised myself I’d finish this morning, but every time I try to make my feet take me out of the laundry room, my body refuses to comply.
Driving myself insane, I pull my phone out, needing to get these thoughts out of my brain. There’s a text on my screen from my manager, Lucas, and I pull a face as I decide to completely ignore him for a minute. I’m not in the mood to deal with him right now. I’ll answer him later, I tell myself, as I pull up Steph’s contact and text her, screaming in all caps about the fact the handyman I hired could be a damn model. She texts me back immediately, laughing and demanding I take a photo for her.
I immediately decline that request but happily type out another text, explaining in detail how muscular his arms are and how confidently he handles his tools, knowing that my best friend will never judge me for what I’m saying.
“Satisfactory enough?” Harvey asks, jolting me out of my thoughts and making me realize I’ve just been staring at him like a total creep.
“Oh, yup! Looks good,” I stammer out, feeling my face go pink as I make a total fool of myself. Hastily, I tap my phone screen without looking, sending the text, and shoving my phone away before he can ask what I’m doing.
The sound of a phone buzzing breaks the tension, and Harvey’s face changes as though his phone going off has brought him back to the real world, too. The washer’s fitted, and though I know exactly nothing about any of this stuff, it looks like he’s done a damn good job.
I’m almost disappointed. If he’d made a mess of this job, I’d have a reason to ask him to stay longer. I’m racking my brain, thinking about what else I can get him out to fix. Maybe if I accidentally on purpose break my sink?
God, what’s gotten into me?!
I see Harvey out with a smile, despite my inner scheming, and the second I close the front door, I collapse against it, my heartbeat thudding heavily against my chest. We did nothing but banter and yet my body feels like it’s primed for so much more.
I force myself up, heading for the kitchen to grab a drink of water. Halfway through gulping it down, though, there’s a loud knock on my door. My heart jumps again, hopeful anticipation filling me. What if it’s Harvey? I shake my head, trying to calm myself down. It’s probably just Lucas coming to see why I haven’t answered his messages yet.
Setting the glass down, I smooth down my dress and take a deep breath before answering the door.
“Harvey,” I say, a little stunned but trying not to show it. “Did you leave something behind?” I step aside to let him in, assuming he’s left a tool or something.
Harvey steps inside but doesn’t step past me, instead stopping directly in front of me, staring down at me with sea-blue eyes. I let go of the door, and it slams closed, but neither of us jump at the loud noise, too caught up in the cloud of heated tension surrounding us.
“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did. You,” Harvey answers, his voice low and gruff.
My mind whirs as heat skitters over every inch of my skin. “W-what?” I stutter, sure I must have heard him wrong. Am I daydreaming or something?
Harvey grins, his eyes sparkling. “What was it that text said? I bet he’s handy with more than just machines?” he says, paraphrasing the text I sent to Steph ten minutes ago.
I did send it to Steph, right? Oh God.
I feel my cheeks burn hot, embarrassment searing through me. How on earth could I have texted him instead? This is what I get for texting without looking. Shit.
“I can explain…” I start to say, even though I have exactly no idea of how I’m going to explain this.
Harvey interrupts me before I get the chance to attempt, though. “I knew you were supposed to be mine the second you opened this door,” he says, stunning me even more.