"What?"
I grinned. "You owe me."
"I owe you what?"
I glanced down toward her mid-section. "A look at yours."
"Myabs?" She shook her head. "I don't have any, unless you count the squishy kind. Trust me, mine look nothing likeyoursdid."
"Good," I said. "Because I see mine all the time. Maybe I want to look at something different."
"Well, they're definitelythat."
I held up a hand, policeman style. "Sorry, ma'am. I'll be the judge of that."
When she giggled, the sound went straight to my groin, and I glanced toward the nearby fence. "So, about that coffee…"
Breathlessly, she asked, "Yeah?"
"Tell me something. Can you scale a fence?"
Chapter 20
Harper
Scale a fence, hop to the moon, wrestle a polar bear – at this point, I would've done just about anything to get Bryce alone.
But first, we had to make our escape without causing more of a spectacle. Together, Bryce and I left the excavator and wandered all casual-like toward my coffee truck, which was parked conveniently near the same stretch of fence that bordered my own property.
Did we have an audience?
Maybe a small one. But happily, most of the construction workers had returned to whatever they'd been doing when I'd arrived. Even so, I felt just a little self-conscious as the two of us circled around to the side of the coffee truck that butted up against the fence.
Here, it was surprisingly private with my own truck hiding us from not only the traffic on Market Street, but also from the potentially prying eyes of curious construction workers, assuming any were curious at all.
As for my own curiosity, it had nothing to do with them and everything to do with Bryce, who against all odds, was still wearing his hard hat.
It looked good on him, too.
With an effort, I pulled my gaze from his and turned to stare at the tall wooden fence.
Without a ladder, I wasn't quite sure how I was going to make it to the other side, but Ididknow one thing for sure. I would definitely be doing it, even if it involved a catapult or heaven forbid, going the long way.
I was still eyeballing the fence when Bryce asked, "Are you sure you wanna do this?"
I turned to look at him. "Scale the fence? Yeah, totally."
He laughed. "That's not what I meant."
"Oh." My cheeks grew just a little warm. "So you meant the, um, 'coffee'?" Just then, a horrible thought occurred to me. "Wait, you're not having second thoughts, are you?"
"Me? Hell no."
Relief coursed through me, and I blurted out, "Well, me neither."
With a low chuckle, he said, "Good to know." And then, he flicked his head toward the fence. "So, you wanna go over? Or through?"
"Through?" I wasn't following. "What do you mean?"
