Page 38 of My Fiancé's Brother
“I don’t know.”
“Where’s your list?”
“What makes you think I have a list?”
“You have an entire binder for your wedding. You're the queen oflists. Cough it up.” He grabbed his t-shirt from the back of the chair and pulled it on. I worked to not watch.
I grabbed my notebook and stared unseeing at my scrawl. I suppressed a deep shiver when he came around and leaned over me.
“Clean back rooms,” he read.
“That says bathrooms.”
He leaned closer, so close I could feel the heat off his body. “You get an F in handwriting.”
“I’m left-handed.”
“Why do left-handed people always use that excuse for messy writing?”
“It’s not an excuse. It’s a fact.”
“Is that why your car is so messy? Because you’re left-handed?”
I started to laugh. “Life is too short to be a neat freak.”
“You do realize that the average messy person wastes more time looking for stuff than a neat freak spends tidying up.”
“You can’t just make stuff up and act like it’s a fact.”
He grinned. “It’s a scientific study. Look it up.”
“I don’t have time. I'm too busy looking for things.”
We stood there smiling at each other.
“Okay, I'll do the bathrooms.”
I snorted. “Please.”
His gaze held mine. I noticed flicks of gold in his green eyes. “You think a sailor doesn’t know how to clean?”
“I'm sure you can clean. But I can’t ask you to clean the bathrooms.”
“I’m on it.”
Jackson vacuumed, dusted, set up chairs and cleaned the bathrooms to a state I’d never seen them before. I cooked a tremendous amount of appetizers. He stepped out to get ice while I changed. I worked to create ambiance with lights, candles, and music while he showered.
I almost choked on my wine, when he came downstairs after his shower. A black, short-sleeved buttoned shirt showed off his arms,and his jeans hugged his butt. I struggled not to stare. His sex appeal rocked off the charts. I envisioned my worldly, ultra-hip New York girlfriend’s reactions as they laid their eyes on him.
“What’s left?” He interrupted my thoughts.
“I think we’re pretty much done.”
He looked around. “Looks good.”
“Thanks for your help. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
His eyes tracked to my mouth. “All this effort to get me laid.”
