It's Complicated (Bigelow Bay Book 2) by Frances Jakki

Author:Frances, Jakki [Frances, Jakki]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-12-15T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

Greg was already propped on the stool in his workshop when Helene arrived the next morning. His hair stuck out at odd angles and he was wearing the t-shirt and sweat pants that made her mouth go dry at the view of his hard butt perched on the edge of the stool. He’d obviously been there quite a while if the various shapes of wood on the workbench were of any indication. As he was yesterday, all his attention was focussed on the task at hand and he didn’t hear Helene’s arrival.

Backing out the doorway she dropped the backpack carrying her computer, post-its, folders with more notes, sketches and other paraphernalia, on the table beside her small green hobo bag. The kitchen was spotless, not a glass in the sink, not a crumb or watermark marred the stone countertop. ‘Time to mess this place up a bit’ she thought gathering eggs and spinach from the fridge and adding the crusty bread she’d picked up at the bakery on the way that morning. Scrambled spinach eggs on toast would be a good start to the day.

As the smell of cooking permeated the house Greg followed his nose into the kitchen.

“Good morning. I didn’t realise you were here” he explained, straightening his t-shirt and running his hand through his hair causing it to stick out even more. “I’ll just clean up a bit” he mumbled and hopped out again as fast as the crutches would carry him.

Helene was just pouring coffee when Greg returned, freshly shaven, his hair still damp from the shower but now sporting jeans and a polo shirt.

“That looks and smells great” he commented as Helene placed a plate and mug in front of him. “Ah, I meant to tell you yesterday but it completely slipped my mind. I don’t have physio today so I’ll just be hanging around here for the day. If I’d remembered you could have skipped the early start or even the whole day. I mean I don’t need driving today and if you have other stuff to do you can. I’ll manage ok if you need to run errands or do stuff at your own place.” His rambling tapered off at the obvious amusement on Helene’s face.

“I thought we established yesterday you’re incapable of even carrying your own cereal Greg. Did you plan not to eat today? Or do laundry – that basket in the bathroom is getting pretty full.” Taking a sip of coffee her eyes met his full of challenge. Would he have a valid response or just more flustered excuses? Helene could tell he was uncomfortable having her in his space, she was messy and silly and ate cake as a meal and except for when she was working, she was scatterbrained as well; everything he was obviously not. He was clean and neat and introverted and unused to having anyone around. There were no family photos on show in the house, no candid shots of social events with friends. It was all so quiet and impersonal.

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