Tempting Mr. Wrong (Wrong Man) by Kerri Carpenter

Author:Kerri Carpenter [Carpenter, Kerri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance, parent, military, romance, Wrong Man, widow, Kerri Carpenter, Lovestruck, romantic comedy, category, solider, brother’s best friend
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2016-06-12T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Home repairs were hard work.

At least, Carly would imagine they were if she ever did any. They seemed pretty exhausting from the sidelines, though, which was as far as Lance would let her get.

He’d spent the last couple of days engrossed in having the back fence rebuilt, installing motion detector lights around the house, and doing a number of other fixes that he deemed both necessary and vital to her and Mya’s safety.

She had a feeling that he’d thrown himself into the repairs so heartily as a means of avoidance. He didn’t want to talk about their make-out session the night she’d been offered her new job. Apparently, he also didn’t want to talk about the times it had happened again since.

Fine with her. She didn’t need to discuss every kiss and touch and caress. Why overanalyze the fact that he was an amazing kisser and each time he took her in his arms she wanted to stay that way all night.

But she never got to stay there all night. They were doing a delicate dance around a spontaneous four-year-old whose needs superseded their own. Besides, who could deny Mya another glass of water before bed, or a second viewing of Frozen, or a must-have tea party with her dolls?

That’s why Carly had been trying to take an interest in his work around the house. Unfortunately, when Lance was in work mode, he was not easily distracted. No matter how many cute tank tops or form-fitting jeans she wore. All she got for her efforts were grunts and short sentences.

“This alarm system is going to be epic.”

“Double-paned windows increase the value of a house.”

“Hold my hammer, Carly.”

Yeah, she’d like to hold his hammer, she thought with a coy smile. But her smile didn’t stay long. As it faded, she took in the job she was attempting to do and realized she had no idea how or where to start.

Lance had bought new French doors for the patio. He said these particular doors were sturdy and secure, and the locks were much better. So she thought she would take an interest in his “hobby” and try to install it for him while he was out with Mya. Only, she had no idea how to do that.

She didn’t start her new job for another two weeks, so she’d been spending her days helping Lance with the various home improvement projects while Mya was in school. And by “helping” she meant that she pretended to study whatever the hell he was fixing when she was really staring at his butt. Who could blame her? The man had a quality behind. Sadly, his ass wasn’t going to help her figure out how to get this door on its hinges.

She sighed and studied the door again.

“I hate you, door,” she said defiantly.

“Hey, what did that door ever do to you?”

Carly dropped her screwdriver at the sound of a strange voice in her backyard. Whirling around, she saw a large man standing near the fence that separated the backyard from the side of the house.

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