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My heart beat wildly in my chest as I stared at the man standing in the doorway. My face flushed with embarrassment and I ducked my head, so he wouldn’t see. He remained silent and I figured he was probably waiting for me to introduce myself.
“Zach,” I mumbled. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“No, it was my fault. I should’ve made more noise; let you know I was there,” he answered kindly.
His voice was deep and not at all unpleasant. I looked back up and saw that he hadn’t moved from his position, probably afraid of scaring me again. He was taller than me by nearly a foot and with his height and broad shoulders, he nearly filled the entire doorway. His hair was cut short and matched the auburn scruff along his jaw.
His skin was the color of cream and I found myself wondering if he tended to burn in the sun or if he would turn golden. He had nice, full lips and a dimple in his right cheek that deepened as his mouth lifted into a smile. My eyes darted to his and I could see the amusement in their emerald-green depths. Shit! Had he caught me checking him out?
I needed to get a grip. The guy may have been sexy as hell, but I had to work with him which meant he was off-limits. I didn’t need or want anyone around here knowing my personal business. That was why I preferred to travel to other towns whenever I had an itch that needed to be scratched.
Besides, the guy probably wasn’t even gay, and I’m sure he would have torn me apart if he’d been able to read my mind. Despite his friendly smile, there was something about him that immediately had me feeling cautious. Maybe it was the size of him, or maybe it was the way he was looking at me, as if he were trying to uncover all my secrets, but it was enough to make me wary.
“Anyway, I was just finishing up in here,” I explained. “As you can see, you have a kitchen and a living room. There’s a bedroom and bathroom just down the hall. No one has lived in this cabin since last summer, so I’ve cleaned it up the best I can, but the cabinets and fridge are empty. You might want to stock up on groceries and basic supplies.” I rarely talked to anyone other than Edith, so I was out of practice and my voice sounded rough to my own ears. I wondered if he noticed and I felt myself blushing again.
“Okay. I’ll run to the store after work,” he said easily, his dimple reappearing as he grinned at me.
“You look familiar,” I blurted out. If he were surprised by the sudden change in conversation, he didn’t let it show. “I don’t know. I just feel like I’ve seen you before. Are you from around here?” I asked. I wasn’t sure why I was still talking to him, asking him questions when I should be getting back to work, but it was something that had been niggling the back of my mind since I’d first met him.
“No, I’m originally from Boston. I just got here yesterday, but I think I may have seen you at the truck stop last night. I was there having dinner,” he answered.
“Yeah, maybe that’s it,” I replied. “Alright, well, I’m gonna head back around to the bait shop. Come on over when you’re done, and we can get started.”
“Actually, I only have these,” he said, holding up the suitcase and leather bag he held in his hands. “Give me just a second to put them in my room and I’ll go with you.”
I could’ve used a few moments to myself to get my head on straight, but I couldn’t very well say that to him, so I simply nodded instead. He gave me a cautious smile and then walked further into the room. I caught a whiff of something as he brushed by me. I wasn’t sure if it was his body wash or some type of cologne, but it was woodsy and masculine, and my cock stirred inside my jeans.
I stared after him as he walked down the hallway and into his bedroom. What was it about him that had me feeling all off-kilter? I didn’t normally pay that much attention to other people, preferring to keep my distance, but there was something about Jeremy O’Brien that I found intriguing.
I picked up the dustpan and dumped its contents in the trash, then I put the broom away and rinsed my hands in the sink. It would have to do since there was no soap available. I was just drying my hands off on the legs of my jeans when Jeremy reappeared.
“Okay, I’m all set,” he said. “You want me to drive?” I looked out the front window at the Jeep sitting there.
“Um, that’s okay. We better take my truck. We have some brush to move and we’ll need the bed to put it in,” I explained.
He followed me out onto the porch and I pulled a set of keys out of my pocket, handing them to him while avoiding his gaze. “These are yours,” I murmured, dropping them into his open palm.
I couldn’t help but notice how big his hand was and it sent a chill through me. Whether it was from fear or something else, I couldn’t be sure, but I took an instinctive step back. Hands that big could do a lot of damage, but something about Jeremy’s friendly demeanor told me that he would be the type to keep a tight rein on his anger. Of course, I knew better than most that looks could be deceiving.
I looked up and saw his brow furrow as he stared back at me. His eyes pierced through me and I suddenly felt very exposed, so I spun on my heel and darted down the steps, not bothering to stop until I was in my truck with the door shut.
Jeremy locked up and then climbed in next to me. I cranked my window down and turned the radio up to deter any conversation, then I backed out of his driveway and began making the slow trek around the lake.
The sun glinted off the windshield as I pulled to a stop outside the shop. “Hang tight, I’ll be right back,” I told him. I left the truck running as I opened my door and got out. After a quick dash inside, I returned.
“It’s gonna be a hot one and we have a lot of work to do. Thought you might get thirsty,” I said, tossing one of the water bottles to him. He caught it easily and grinned at me. I’d never seen anyone who smiled as much as he did, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Thanks,” he said. “So, what’s first on our to-do list?” he asked cheerfully.
“Gotta get rid of a dead tree,” I answered.
I pulled around to the shed where Edith kept all the equipment for yard work, and we grabbed a couple of shovels and an ax, which we loaded into the back of the truck. Once we reached the entrance to the lake, we gathered the equipment and set about removing the small tree.
It’d been dead for quite a while and had begun to hollow so it didn’t take much for me to chip away at it with the ax. Soon enough, it fell to the ground and Jeremy pulled it over and tossed it into the back of the truck. He returned a few minutes later and helped me shovel, until we were able to remove the stump. He took that to the truck too while I used dirt from around the area to fill in the hole. I didn’t want anyone stepping in it and breaking their leg, and Edith certainly didn’t need a lawsuit.
We were both sweating by the time we were finished and had loaded everything back into the truck. We had worked silently, for which I was grateful. I was afraid Jeremy would want to talk the whole time, but he seemed just as caught up in his own thoughts as I was.
Jeremy grabbed his water and drank it down quickly, emptying the bottle. I tried to ignore him, but as I drank my own, he lifted the hem of his shirt and used it to swipe the sweat off his brow. I was suddenly being treated to the view of a firm, washboard stomach and a line of auburn hair that trailed down until it disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans. My mouth watered at the sight and I had to force myself to turn away when I felt myself growing hard. This is bad. It’s so bad.
