engaged the locks, and then she moved determinedly through the place, checking every window. When she had assured herself that everything was locked up tight, or seemed to be, she went to her bedroom and collapsed across the bed.
The tears finally fell, and she curled up into a ball on top of her blankets and cried out her frustration. She should have known it would never be over with a man like that. How had she ever been such a fool as to trust him?
Now there were two men in her life who wanted the impossible from her.
Chapter Eight
A bead of sweat dripped down Byron’s neck as he took a break and leaned against the wall of the building he’d been pounding with a hammer. No, he didn’t have time to be out on the job site. And no, he wasn’t running away from the office, where he’d brought in a woman who was making his life a living hell.
Okay, maybe he was running from that woman. He was a fool – a certifiable fool. He could admit this in his own head. He’d had her working for him for a week. At any time, he could hire one of her employees and see her maybe once or twice a year if she happened to be at his brother’s house when he was. End of problem. But the thought of doing just that turned his gut inside out.
Absurd, simply absurd.
“We’re heading to lunch, boss. Do you want to join us?”
Byron turned to see his foreman waiting by the work truck and the rest of the men piling into varying vehicles as they got ready to go in search of food. “No. I’m going to finish up what I’ve been working on and head back to the offices. I’ve already wasted too much of my day,” Byron told him.
“It’s never a waste to work up a sweat,” Wyatt said before jumping in the truck and taking off.
Byron moved to his own truck and pulled out a bottle of water from the cooler, then sat down under a tree not too far from the building. The place was going up fast and it was a beauty. A new mall was being built on the outskirts of Seattle, far enough away to not feel like the city, but close enough to get to, and the owners wanted it to have a historic feel to it with several architectural features that he didn’t often get to do anymore. All three of them had been working on and off on this site, since it was such a pleasure to work on.
Closing his eyes, he leaned back feeling a small measure of peace. He did love his business, loved working with his brothers, and loved being independent from someone being able to boss him around. If he could only quit obsessing about a certain woman, his life would be damn near perfect.
Opening his eyes after a few minutes, Byron noticed horses out in the field. What the hell? Where had they come from? They were looking at the opening to the building, and Byron turned, then froze at what he saw.
“McKenzie?” he called, but she only smiled and gave the smallest shake of her head before holding up a finger against her lips.
Byron stood, to move over toward her, but again she shook her head, and then those delicate fingers of hers lifted, resting on the top button of her blouse, and Byron’s body instantly froze.
Looking him in the eyes, she moved her other hand up, and then her head tilted back and her fingers traveled down the front of her blouse as she moaned aloud. Byron was instantly rock solid. He took a step toward her, but her head came back up and she shook it a third time.
Fine. If she wanted to play, he would let her play. He stepped back and leaned against the tree, his body pulsing, his eyes glued to McKenzie as those fingers rose again and she slowly began undoing her blouse, one small button at a time. Finally, he would see what her clothes kept hidden from him. As her full breasts were revealed to him, it was everything he had imagined and more, with her dark pink nipples jutting out.
She didn’t wear a bra to work? Now that was going to make him even harder when he was at the Knight Construction offices. His eyes shifted to her waist as she reached
The tears finally fell, and she curled up into a ball on top of her blankets and cried out her frustration. She should have known it would never be over with a man like that. How had she ever been such a fool as to trust him?
Now there were two men in her life who wanted the impossible from her.
Chapter Eight
A bead of sweat dripped down Byron’s neck as he took a break and leaned against the wall of the building he’d been pounding with a hammer. No, he didn’t have time to be out on the job site. And no, he wasn’t running away from the office, where he’d brought in a woman who was making his life a living hell.
Okay, maybe he was running from that woman. He was a fool – a certifiable fool. He could admit this in his own head. He’d had her working for him for a week. At any time, he could hire one of her employees and see her maybe once or twice a year if she happened to be at his brother’s house when he was. End of problem. But the thought of doing just that turned his gut inside out.
Absurd, simply absurd.
“We’re heading to lunch, boss. Do you want to join us?”
Byron turned to see his foreman waiting by the work truck and the rest of the men piling into varying vehicles as they got ready to go in search of food. “No. I’m going to finish up what I’ve been working on and head back to the offices. I’ve already wasted too much of my day,” Byron told him.
“It’s never a waste to work up a sweat,” Wyatt said before jumping in the truck and taking off.
Byron moved to his own truck and pulled out a bottle of water from the cooler, then sat down under a tree not too far from the building. The place was going up fast and it was a beauty. A new mall was being built on the outskirts of Seattle, far enough away to not feel like the city, but close enough to get to, and the owners wanted it to have a historic feel to it with several architectural features that he didn’t often get to do anymore. All three of them had been working on and off on this site, since it was such a pleasure to work on.
Closing his eyes, he leaned back feeling a small measure of peace. He did love his business, loved working with his brothers, and loved being independent from someone being able to boss him around. If he could only quit obsessing about a certain woman, his life would be damn near perfect.
Opening his eyes after a few minutes, Byron noticed horses out in the field. What the hell? Where had they come from? They were looking at the opening to the building, and Byron turned, then froze at what he saw.
“McKenzie?” he called, but she only smiled and gave the smallest shake of her head before holding up a finger against her lips.
Byron stood, to move over toward her, but again she shook her head, and then those delicate fingers of hers lifted, resting on the top button of her blouse, and Byron’s body instantly froze.
Looking him in the eyes, she moved her other hand up, and then her head tilted back and her fingers traveled down the front of her blouse as she moaned aloud. Byron was instantly rock solid. He took a step toward her, but her head came back up and she shook it a third time.
Fine. If she wanted to play, he would let her play. He stepped back and leaned against the tree, his body pulsing, his eyes glued to McKenzie as those fingers rose again and she slowly began undoing her blouse, one small button at a time. Finally, he would see what her clothes kept hidden from him. As her full breasts were revealed to him, it was everything he had imagined and more, with her dark pink nipples jutting out.
She didn’t wear a bra to work? Now that was going to make him even harder when he was at the Knight Construction offices. His eyes shifted to her waist as she reached
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