Wicked Love (Wicked White Series Book 3) by Michelle A. Valentine

Walmart, parks, and then runs around to my side of the truck to open the door for me. Instantly he reconnects our hands and leads me inside.
    After we get everything that Dad and Tyler need, we head back to Granny’s place. For the ride home Tyler turns the radio station to a pop music channel and we jam to songs we both know all the way. Tyler and I sing most of the choruses together, but I have to admit, his voice puts mine to shame. He doesn’t complain about my singing though. Well, not much, anyway. He does laugh and shake his head a few times when I try to go all Alicia Keys on him. Tyler is extra cute when he smiles, and I even notice when he full-on laughs, two little dimples love to make an appearance. Dimples are so sexy on a guy and they send my hormones into overdrive.
    We hop out of the truck once we’re parked at Granny’s, and I instantly catch a whiff of her country cooking. I don’t know how many more of these meals I can take, considering I’ve probably gained five pounds since I’ve been here. I’ve got to get stuff to make my salads before I die from heart failure from all the grease she cooks with.
    Dad’s waiting on the porch for us. He calls for me and Tyler to come in and get some lunch. Granny does most of the talking while we eat—most of the time she questions Tyler about his family. Appears Granny loves to know all about the town gossip. Suddenly, I don’t feel special because she listened to all my problems for all those years while we spent hours on the phone every week. I listen as Tyler tells her about his mother.
    “She’s doing better,” he says. “The first six months were rough on her after Dad died, but I think she’s doing a lot better now.”
    I feel a little twinge of sadness for him. My heart goes out to him instantly knowing that he’s recently lost his father.
    “That’s good to hear. I’ve been real worried about her,” Granny replies. “When my Earl passed, I realized that you never really get over losing the love of your life. The first six months is the hardest.” Granny reaches over and pats Tyler’s hand. “I’m here if either of you need anything.”
    “Thank you,” Tyler says and then gives her a small smile.
    After lunch, Dad asks me to come out to the construction area with him because he wants to show me a few things. Tyler trails close behind us to assist Dad with the explanation of their plans for this addition onto the house.
    They both try their hardest to get me to envision my new room, but for the life of me, I can’t picture it. I don’t have a very vivid imagination. So unless something is concrete in front of me, forget it. I won’t see it. My main concern, here, is how long it’ll be until it’s done because at this rate, it’ll be a while. Right now, there are only a few post holes dug in the ground and a bunch of tools lying everywhere. I’m still not convinced this is a very good idea.
    “Dad, this seems like a lot of work. I really don’t mind just sleeping on the couch.” I attempt to give him an out if he feels like he’s in over his head with this project, but Dad doesn’t take it.
    “Don’t be silly, Avery. Granny really wants you to have this room. It will probably take a few weeks. There’s only so much Tyler and I can get done in a day, but don’t worry. It’s going to get done,” Dad answers.
    “I’ll be here as much as I can, but I work at least five days a week at the lumberyard. Hopefully, we’ll get it finished before the summer is over,” Tyler adds.
    “I really appreciate all your help on the place, Tyler. It will be nice to have my own space while I’m here,” I admit.
    He smiles. “I’ll do all that I can to see that we get it done.”
    “Okay, I’m going to take some of these tools into the barn to keep them out of the weather. Avery, honey, will you help Tyler carry all of his tools to his truck?” Dad asks.
    “Sure thing.”
    I turn to Tyler once Dad is gone and ask him which tools