Blown Away: A Small Town Military Romance (The Moore Brothers Book 1) by Abby Brooks Page B
Authors: Abby Brooks
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guess. You chased the dog for her, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did.” Ian shrugged.
Juliet bounced down the steps, now wearing a pair of running shorts and a tight little tank top. “What can I do?” she asked and Ian yanked his eyes off her perky little tits.
“You can get out of the way and let the men do the men stuff,” he said with a smile.
She put a hand to her hip and pursed her lips. “Unacceptable.”
“Figured you’d say as much. There are some boxes of random stuff in James’s truck,” he nodded towards a black pickup on the other side of the Tundra. “Carry that stuff in and start sorting through it.”
She shook her head, trying to look disapproving of being ordered around, but there was a little sparkle in her eyes that made him think she was having just as much fun as he was.
“Alright man,” said James, “you’ve got me here, let’s get this shit done before I get bored and leave.”
“Again, with that work ethic, I have no idea how you think you’re better than me.”
As Ian and James carried the heavy pieces of furniture into the appropriate rooms, Juliet bounded back and forth between the house and the trucks, carrying boxes and humming to herself. And when she’d gathered up all the boxes, she went right to work finding homes for what he brought. It wasn’t much. A coffee pot. Some strange little glass knick-knacky things Lilah had bought him to help the rental properties feel more like home. A shower curtain and bath mat. That kind of stuff.
As far as furniture went, again, it wasn’t much. A queen sized bed, a dining table and chairs. A couch and loveseat and a coffee table. The house still looked disgustingly empty, but at least the poor girl would have somewhere to sit. And eat. And sleep. It would have been much easier to bring a twin bed for her, but, he couldn’t quite talk himself into it. The larger bed was just way more appealing for a number of reasons. Most importantly was the fact that he eventually wanted to fit in that bed with her.
Juliet poked her head out of the kitchen. “Can I bring you guys anything? I’ve got water and as of just now, enough glasses for all of us to have our own.”
James shook his head. “As fond as I am of having my own glass of water, I gotta go. Erin’s expecting me to go over some of the wedding stuff. It was nice meeting you, though.” And with that, James was out the door, leaving Ian and Juliet alone in the house.
She disappeared back into the kitchen and came out bearing a glass of water for him even though he hadn’t asked. He accepted it with a smile and took a long drink.
“This looks amazing,” she said, running a finger down the soft leather of the couch before turning to face him. “Thank you.”
“It’s not much. But anything we put in here, we’re only gonna have to move when we start renovating, you know?”
“You feel free to call it not much. But for some perspective, last night I slept in my car. This morning, I was making peace with the fact that I was gonna have to sleep on the floor. And now? I’ve got options as to where I can sit this evening and will be sleeping in an honest to goodness bed tonight.”
“Well, when you put it that way, I’m pretty fantastic, aren’t I?”
“You sure are.”
Juliet leaned against the couch and looked out the window. “Do you ever get tired of looking at it?”
He studied the soft curve of her cheek, the swoop of her eyelashes, the slope of her breasts as she stood in profile against the glass. Nope, he thought. I don’t think that's possible. “Of looking at what?” he asked out loud.
“The water.” She gestured towards the sea. “I can’t imagine ever getting used to how beautiful it is.”
Ian couldn’t agree with her more, but didn’t think they were talking about the same thing. “So,” he said, changing the subject. “Did you look upstairs? I brought bedding, but you don’t have to use it if you don't like it.”
“If it’s
“Of course I did.” Ian shrugged.
Juliet bounced down the steps, now wearing a pair of running shorts and a tight little tank top. “What can I do?” she asked and Ian yanked his eyes off her perky little tits.
“You can get out of the way and let the men do the men stuff,” he said with a smile.
She put a hand to her hip and pursed her lips. “Unacceptable.”
“Figured you’d say as much. There are some boxes of random stuff in James’s truck,” he nodded towards a black pickup on the other side of the Tundra. “Carry that stuff in and start sorting through it.”
She shook her head, trying to look disapproving of being ordered around, but there was a little sparkle in her eyes that made him think she was having just as much fun as he was.
“Alright man,” said James, “you’ve got me here, let’s get this shit done before I get bored and leave.”
“Again, with that work ethic, I have no idea how you think you’re better than me.”
As Ian and James carried the heavy pieces of furniture into the appropriate rooms, Juliet bounded back and forth between the house and the trucks, carrying boxes and humming to herself. And when she’d gathered up all the boxes, she went right to work finding homes for what he brought. It wasn’t much. A coffee pot. Some strange little glass knick-knacky things Lilah had bought him to help the rental properties feel more like home. A shower curtain and bath mat. That kind of stuff.
As far as furniture went, again, it wasn’t much. A queen sized bed, a dining table and chairs. A couch and loveseat and a coffee table. The house still looked disgustingly empty, but at least the poor girl would have somewhere to sit. And eat. And sleep. It would have been much easier to bring a twin bed for her, but, he couldn’t quite talk himself into it. The larger bed was just way more appealing for a number of reasons. Most importantly was the fact that he eventually wanted to fit in that bed with her.
Juliet poked her head out of the kitchen. “Can I bring you guys anything? I’ve got water and as of just now, enough glasses for all of us to have our own.”
James shook his head. “As fond as I am of having my own glass of water, I gotta go. Erin’s expecting me to go over some of the wedding stuff. It was nice meeting you, though.” And with that, James was out the door, leaving Ian and Juliet alone in the house.
She disappeared back into the kitchen and came out bearing a glass of water for him even though he hadn’t asked. He accepted it with a smile and took a long drink.
“This looks amazing,” she said, running a finger down the soft leather of the couch before turning to face him. “Thank you.”
“It’s not much. But anything we put in here, we’re only gonna have to move when we start renovating, you know?”
“You feel free to call it not much. But for some perspective, last night I slept in my car. This morning, I was making peace with the fact that I was gonna have to sleep on the floor. And now? I’ve got options as to where I can sit this evening and will be sleeping in an honest to goodness bed tonight.”
“Well, when you put it that way, I’m pretty fantastic, aren’t I?”
“You sure are.”
Juliet leaned against the couch and looked out the window. “Do you ever get tired of looking at it?”
He studied the soft curve of her cheek, the swoop of her eyelashes, the slope of her breasts as she stood in profile against the glass. Nope, he thought. I don’t think that's possible. “Of looking at what?” he asked out loud.
“The water.” She gestured towards the sea. “I can’t imagine ever getting used to how beautiful it is.”
Ian couldn’t agree with her more, but didn’t think they were talking about the same thing. “So,” he said, changing the subject. “Did you look upstairs? I brought bedding, but you don’t have to use it if you don't like it.”
“If it’s
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