"I need to look at the list, but there's the guest bedroom and the flooring in yourbathroom."
A slight frown came andwent.
"Do you have a preference?" Iasked.
"Probably the guest bedroom. I need to get my bathroom cleaned up before you work inthere."
Not to mention it was connected to her bedroom. That was probably what made her uncomfortable. "Okay. No problem. I can start on that firstthing."
She layered a slice of Muenster cheese on top of a thick slice of Brioche and then a slice of provolone. She covered it with the other slice of Brioche and dunked both sides into the eggy mixture. Quickly, she dropped it right onto the sizzling castiron.
Holy crap. I was drooling. And possibly going to walk out of this house with highcholesterol.
Katie nodded distractedly and I watched her work, her slim fingers deftly putting together three more sandwiches. Within minutes, she'd slapped two grilled cheese down for me and one forherself.
"These are massive," I said. "I probably can't eattwo."
"More for me," she said as she took a giantmouthful.
I snorted as I watched her inhale that sandwich like a hillbilly truck driver. I took my first bite and had to restrain myself from moaning. "This is the best grilled cheese sandwich I've ever had," I said with agroan.
"It's from my college days. You had to make due with tiny fridges and grills, so we all had to getcreative."
The garlic and thyme burst in my mouth and the cheese was melted perfectly. I wanted Katie. I wanted her and her ridiculously stupidly good grilled cheese and her long, dark braid and cute yoga pantsbutt.
I blinked when I realized she noticed me staring at her for toolong.
"Martin?"
I took an enormous bite of my sandwich so I couldn't say anything. She finished up her first sandwich, eyeballed the second, but finally cut half of it and pushed the rest aside. "So you're putting wood down in the guest bedroom to match the rest of thehouse?"
She knew this was exactly what I was doing, but I thought she might be nervous so I nodded inagreement.
"New baseboards and wallpaint?"
I noddedagain.
"Okay."
I couldn't help but be amused. I polished off the rest of my sandwich, washed my hands and my dish, and headed over to grab my tools so I could start working in the otherroom.
As I was walking away, she called out. "You're on track to finish in a fewweeks?"
I nodded. "The timeline on the contract should hold. Provided I don't find anything disastrous." I didn't expect to. For the most part, in spite of the ceiling disaster, the old house was solidly built. The only reason I was working so slow was because I was an idiot. I didn't want to leave her because I was afraid I wouldn't see heragain.
Katie smiled at me and turned away to clean up the mess in herkitchen.
Things were getting a little weird betweenus.
I grinned as I walked into the room. This wasn't a bad thing, necessarily. I was making her think. Hopefully toomuch.
Tank top for thewin.
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Ipulledup to the house only to see a man sitting on my front porch. Dusk had just fallen so I couldn't see who it was, though I didn't think it was Martin. The clothes were all wrong. I grabbed my purse and got out of the car, raising my hand in a friendly wave when I stopped in mytracks.
Harry was sittingthere.
