She wasn't just pretty. She was sexy as hell.
If I hadmyway, I would soon be getting her name and yeah, her number, too. In fact, I was counting on it.
What Iwasn'tcounting on was hearing her voice so soon – or so close to the house.
I turned and looked out the window but saw nothing worth noticing – except that the coffee truck was now empty.
But I could still hear her.Was she standing in the driveway?The vans were blocking most of my view, but it sure sounded like it.
Huh. That was strange.Judging from her tone, she was giving somebody an earful.
Chapter 6
Harper
From my coffee truck, I stared at the big black pickup. It hadn't stopped directly in front of my house, but it was still parked way too close for comfort.
I didn't mind the pickup itself. What I minded was the company name emblazoned along the side –Thunder Demolition.
I gave a hard swallow.What exactly was he planning to demolish?
I didn't know, but I would be a fool to not realize that soon, the truck's driver would be marching straight into my house to conspire with the rest of them to do God-knows-what.
Without pausing to second-guess myself, I grabbed an empty disposable cup and slapped on a lid. With my heart in my throat, I dashed out of my truck and made a beeline for the pickup.
I was halfway there when the driver – a big bearded guy in a thick black coat – emerged from the pickup and began striding toward my house.
I picked up the pace and intersected him on the sidewalk, facing him to block his path. "Hey."
He stopped to stare down at me. "Yeah?"
I got straight to the point. "What are you doing?"
He gave me a funny look. "Standing on the sidewalk, same as you."
"I mean, are you planning to demolish something?"
He turned and gave his pickup a quick glance. "I demolish a lot of things. What of it?"
"But…" I bit my lip. "Are you demolishing something aroundhere?"
His eyes narrowed. "Who wants to know?"
I gave him my best no-nonsense look. "A concerned citizen."
"Meaning you?"
"Yes, in fact."
"Why do you care?" he asked. "You lookin' to make trouble?"
I envisioned a wrecking ball going through my front door. "I will if I need to," I told him.
From somewhere behind me, I heard a loud scoff. When I turned to look, I spotted the customer who I'd accidentally insulted last week. He was standing just a few paces away on the same stretch of sidewalk.
He looked past me and called out to the demolition guy. "If you thinkyou'vegot it bad, last week, she calledmea pig."
Oh, for crying out loud."I did not!"
