Her dreams of a career by the sea shattered, Katya's trying to be happy with two weeks in the Florida Keys. But when her rental ends up infested, she's ready to go home. At least until Jay, the handyman next door, comes to her rescue.
Sweet, talented & sexy, he's all she ever wanted in a man. Too bad he's only hanging out with her because he's such a nice guy.
Or is he?
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After slipping into shorts and tying his hair back, He grabbed a bottle of water and headed out. On the porch, he froze, the door slipping from his grasp and slamming shut.
“What the fuck?” Someone was sleeping in his damn hammock again.
He‟d been more than patient with the local drunks the first few times, but when they started stumbling through the gardens to get to his cozy little R and R spot, he made a point of hitting the bars himself. A drink or two while making it loud and clear that the free hotel stays were over had stopped the midnight visits. Not that he threatened anyone—not his style. When the best handyman on the island announced he might be too busy for people who didn‟t respect his property, they tended to take one glance down the bar at the other handyman asleep in his rum and decide on alternate sleeping arrangements. Apparently, someone needed another reminder.
He grabbed the hose and twisted on the water; the plants needed a drink anyway. “Rise and shine, sleeping...”
His words trailed off as he caught sight of the woman lying on the canvas. Shapely legs peeked from beneath the jacket covering her torso. Her face, innocent in sleep, was framed by a mass of dark hair. Tendrils curled against her cheeks.
Not a local drunk this time, and he didn‟t need to see the suitcase under her to figure that out. The islands gave people a certain look, but innocent was never part of the package. He debated just leaving her asleep. Unfortunately, if word got out, he‟d have the drunks to contend with again.
“Damn it.”
He dropped the hose, tugged the mosquito netting free, and touched her lightly on the shoulder. “Hey, I don‟t want to—“
The woman jerked awake, upsetting the hammock and falling to the ground in front of him. She narrowly avoided a face plant by landing on her hands and knees. “I‟m so sorry. I didn‟t mean to intrude and I totally planned to be gone before you woke up. Oh my God, that sounded awful. What I meant is—”
Her words came pouring out in a rush and his lips twitched upward. “Relax. I don‟t bite...at least not in public.” |
