Destroying Beauty (Hell Hounds Motorcycle Club): Vegas Titans Series by Celia Loren

Author:Celia Loren [Loren, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hearts Collective Publishing
Published: 2014-11-12T00:00:00+00:00

A trickle of sweat beads down the side of my face and I wipe it away with a careless swipe of my gloved hands. We stopped at my apartment for clothes I wouldn't mind getting dirty, and now I'm shoveling a hole in the dirt for a row of trees to go in outside a McMansion in a ritzier town just down the highway. It's not exactly the great outdoors, but it's a whole lot better than standing behind the bar at Billy's.

I glance over at the hole Dale is digging next to me. OK, it's a lot deeper than mine, but I'm certainly not slowing them down any. I get a better grip on my shovel and drive it down into the dry dirt as hard as I can. I can't imagine how much water the landscaping at this place takes, though Holt said on the ride over that he always urges his clients to use native plants that won't suck up as much water.

"Helloooo!"

I glance up to see the source of the voice as I pile the dirt next to me. My eyes widen as I see a woman in a silky robe flitting down the flagstone steps to our work area at the back of her yard. Dale chuckles next to me.

"We get a lot of the bored housewife business, thanks to him," he says, nodding in Holt's direction. Holt drops the small tree he's carrying on his shoulder like it weighs nothing to greet the woman.

"It's the middle of the day. Why doesn't she have clothes on?" I grunt next to him.

"Oh, I've seen worse. Once this woman took a shower in the bathroom facing the yard and dried off with the shades wide open, as though she forgot we were there. Trust me, she didn't forget."

"But, it's just business, right?" I ask, keeping my eyes on the widening hole beneath me.

Dale laughs. "Don't worry, JoJo, Holt doesn't stick his pen in the company ink."

I glance back up at Holt and the homeowner to see her narrow her eyes at me. "Ma'am," I say very seriously, with a respectful nod, before returning to my work. I hear Dale try to turn his snort into a laugh next to me.

A minute later, I see the woman's pink robe disappearing back up the walkway out of the corner of my eye. A moment later. Holt's boots appear next to me.

"You're very professional," he says with a grin.

"Hey, I see what you've got going on here. I'm not going to get in the way. It's like female bartenders who wear a push-up bra to get bigger tips. I get it."

Dale now openly laughs next to me.

"So you're not jealous?" Holt asks, raising one eyebrow suspiciously.

"They can look, but they can't touch, right? So I'm not jealous."

"Mmhm. You're doing pretty well here," he says, eyeing my progress.

"I thought you were crazy, bringing this little girl to work, but she's not bad, I have to say," Dale comments.

"See? 'Not bad!'"

"Are you campaigning to get a job with me right now?" Holt asks, a touch of incredulousness in his voice.

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