hand.
“Nonsense,” he said. “I can’t let you do that by yourself. My mother would be rolling in her grave if she knew of such a thing.”
I snapped to attention at the mention of that personal tidbit, but as if he realized he revealed too much, Kieran turned back to the window.
“It shouldn’t take but a moment to nail the board to the frame,” he said, keeping his back to me.
There was no point in arguing with him, I could see that by the determined way that he followed me into the back to find the wood. Again, I could feel his presence radiating against my back.
I found the plywood by bumping my foot against the edge of it. I swore under my breath and pulled it out from behind the shelves. Kieran took it from me and easily carried it back out front while I followed uselessly behind him.
So there it is... First sexy man that comes to town and shows me the least amount of attention and I turn into one of those girls that lets the man just do everything for her... I’m pathetic.
I helped him hold the board up to the window, watching the way he held the other end up with one hand and then stretched the other to reach the nails. He placed a few nails between his lips and then reached for the hammer; all the while I watched his every move.
He hammered his side easily, much more quickly than I would’ve been able to do it. He moved closer to me, bringing the hammer down with a ringing thud as he secured the middle section of the board.
“Now hold still,” Kieran said as he moved up behind me. He brought his arms up on either side of me, placing his hands up beside mine.
My heart began pounding and my hands started to shake. The sweet smell of his skin overpowered me, making it difficult to think.
“Okay then,” Kieran said. “You can let go.”
I ducked out of his arms and moved to the side as he hammered in the last of the nails. I watched the way that the lights from the street played in his dark hair, making a warm halo around his head. My eyes drifted to his long fingers and lingered on his tanned forearm, admiring the way the muscles rippled under his skin. As my eyes traveled back up his arm, I saw the dark red spot near the shoulder of his white tee shirt growing larger and larger.
“Oh my God,” I gasped. “Your arm is bleeding.”
Kieran glanced down at his shoulder as he put the hammer down on the window ledge.
“Ah, it’ll be all right.”
I shook my head and took him by the other arm, pulling him back over to the counter. I pushed him back down onto the old wooden stool.
“Sit down and take off your shirt,” I ordered.
He hesitated, making me worried that I was too forceful, but at last Kieran smirked and peeled off his shirt. His skin was tanned and smooth, unblemished the scars that marred the skin of most men.
I began cleaning the large cut, picking out a few pieces of glass. I dabbed at it with a cotton swab and peroxide, a little surprised he didn’t complain.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?” I asked. “You might need stitches.”
He smiled, “I’ll be fine. I promise.”
I kept working on his arm, amazed at the heat radiating off of his skin as I tried to stop the small stream of blood.
“But you fell through the window,” I argued.
“I jumped, love,” he said with a wink. “That’s falling with a purpose.”
I smiled despite myself, “Still, this is a pretty bad cut.”
“Trust me, it’ll be fine.”
I could feel his eyes on me as I reached back in the first aid kit for the gauze and bandages. He wore a slight smile as if he was amused by my nursing efforts.
“Can I ask you something?” I dared as I began bandaging his arms.
“Of course.”
I glanced at his face, “How did you know I was in trouble?”
Lightning quick he looked away, “Like I said, I was just walking by.”
“Really? You expect me to believe that? None of the neighbors heard me, but you say you heard me all the way across the street.”
Kieran
“Nonsense,” he said. “I can’t let you do that by yourself. My mother would be rolling in her grave if she knew of such a thing.”
I snapped to attention at the mention of that personal tidbit, but as if he realized he revealed too much, Kieran turned back to the window.
“It shouldn’t take but a moment to nail the board to the frame,” he said, keeping his back to me.
There was no point in arguing with him, I could see that by the determined way that he followed me into the back to find the wood. Again, I could feel his presence radiating against my back.
I found the plywood by bumping my foot against the edge of it. I swore under my breath and pulled it out from behind the shelves. Kieran took it from me and easily carried it back out front while I followed uselessly behind him.
So there it is... First sexy man that comes to town and shows me the least amount of attention and I turn into one of those girls that lets the man just do everything for her... I’m pathetic.
I helped him hold the board up to the window, watching the way he held the other end up with one hand and then stretched the other to reach the nails. He placed a few nails between his lips and then reached for the hammer; all the while I watched his every move.
He hammered his side easily, much more quickly than I would’ve been able to do it. He moved closer to me, bringing the hammer down with a ringing thud as he secured the middle section of the board.
“Now hold still,” Kieran said as he moved up behind me. He brought his arms up on either side of me, placing his hands up beside mine.
My heart began pounding and my hands started to shake. The sweet smell of his skin overpowered me, making it difficult to think.
“Okay then,” Kieran said. “You can let go.”
I ducked out of his arms and moved to the side as he hammered in the last of the nails. I watched the way that the lights from the street played in his dark hair, making a warm halo around his head. My eyes drifted to his long fingers and lingered on his tanned forearm, admiring the way the muscles rippled under his skin. As my eyes traveled back up his arm, I saw the dark red spot near the shoulder of his white tee shirt growing larger and larger.
“Oh my God,” I gasped. “Your arm is bleeding.”
Kieran glanced down at his shoulder as he put the hammer down on the window ledge.
“Ah, it’ll be all right.”
I shook my head and took him by the other arm, pulling him back over to the counter. I pushed him back down onto the old wooden stool.
“Sit down and take off your shirt,” I ordered.
He hesitated, making me worried that I was too forceful, but at last Kieran smirked and peeled off his shirt. His skin was tanned and smooth, unblemished the scars that marred the skin of most men.
I began cleaning the large cut, picking out a few pieces of glass. I dabbed at it with a cotton swab and peroxide, a little surprised he didn’t complain.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?” I asked. “You might need stitches.”
He smiled, “I’ll be fine. I promise.”
I kept working on his arm, amazed at the heat radiating off of his skin as I tried to stop the small stream of blood.
“But you fell through the window,” I argued.
“I jumped, love,” he said with a wink. “That’s falling with a purpose.”
I smiled despite myself, “Still, this is a pretty bad cut.”
“Trust me, it’ll be fine.”
I could feel his eyes on me as I reached back in the first aid kit for the gauze and bandages. He wore a slight smile as if he was amused by my nursing efforts.
“Can I ask you something?” I dared as I began bandaging his arms.
“Of course.”
I glanced at his face, “How did you know I was in trouble?”
Lightning quick he looked away, “Like I said, I was just walking by.”
“Really? You expect me to believe that? None of the neighbors heard me, but you say you heard me all the way across the street.”
Kieran
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