I rolled my eyes. "And do what? Shoot you through the door? Thatiswhat you implied earlier, wasn't it?"
Too late, I recalled where he'd said such a thing. It had been in the attic, where we'd had that unsettling encounter.
Then again, nearly all of my interactions with Brody were unsettling.
In fact, I was feeling a little unsettlednow. His shirt was slightly damp, and his face and arms were glistening with perspiration. The muscles in his arms were gloriously defined, not just by the sheen of his skin, but also by the lingering after-effects of whatever he'd been doing.
He was majorly pumped.
And so was I – but in a totally different way.
As I watched, he lifted the hem of his T-shirt and used it to wipe the sweat off his face.
The movement shouldn't have been sexy. I mean, who liked sweat, right? And yet, I couldn’t help but notice how his abs glistened, and how the tendrils of his damp hair curled on the very ends.
He looked so "donkable" that I felt myself swallow.
When he finished, I gave him an annoyed look. "What were you doing, anyway?"
"When?"
"Before you walked in," I said. "Like why are you all…" I made a vague fluttering motion with my hands. "…hot and stuff."
And just like that, my cheeks were flaming.
I cleared my throat. "And just so you know, I said hotandstuff. Not 'hot stuff.' That's totally different."
His lips twitched at the corners. "So you think I’m hot stuff, huh?"
Damn it.He was goading me again. "That'snotwhat I said, as Ijustexplained. And you never answered the question. What were you doing?"
"Working. What else?"
"Doing what?"
"I was ripping out some plaster."
Speaking of ripped, I could totally envision it, except in my visions, his shirt wasn't just damp. It was gone entirely, leaving him naked from the waist up. In my mind's eye, his muscles bulged, and his body glistened as he went to work on the house, hammering at something or other. I didn't even know what. I just knew he looked very good doing it.
As the image lingered in my brain, my tongue brushed my upper lip.Oh, boy.The vision wasverythought-provoking.
Double damn it.
I shook my head and tried to focus on something that didn't involve my nemesis half-naked. "But wait," I said. "Does that mean you started working on the house already?"
"Some."
I felt my brow wrinkle in confusion. "But doesn't that ruin the 'before' footage?"
Broody shook his head. "They finished it today. Remember?"
"Oh." He was right. That was, after all, part of the reason they'd taken me through the house and filmed my reaction to the damage. It was to showcase how terrible the house looked now,beforeits upcoming restoration.
Still, there was something I didn't understand. "But don't you have crews to do the plaster ripping and stuff?"
"Sure," he said. "But I wanted to see what was under there."
"Under where?"