Chasing Ivy_Oak Hill Series by S. J. Sylvis

Author:S. J. Sylvis [Sylvis, S. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Ivy

My heart was frantically beating in my chest like I was creeping up a rollercoaster, ready to fly over the edge into a surge of excitement and panic. This was the third day in a row that Dawson said he was coming over to work on the house and it literally had me basically flying through my day like I’d grown fairy wings overnight.

There was still quite a bit to do in the house, but the guys that Dawson had put on the job were always working diligently when I returned home from work. I got off at four but they always stayed until six, hammering, drilling, putting up drywall. Fixing the ceiling. It was comforting having someone to come home to, even if they were sweaty men who liked to chatter too much.

This was the first time I’d ever lived alone. After my parents had passed away, I was either with Uncle Timothy or Mia, and then when I moved out of my uncle’s, and into Eric’s fancy townhome in the city, I still always had someone near. I never realized how lonely it was not to have someone around, until recently.

So, even having forty-year-old men around who rubbed tobacco and showed their butt-cracks every time they bent down was nice. But what was even nicer was that the last three days I’d been coming home to a familiar face, one that made butterflies erupt in my lower belly the minute it flashed in front of me.

Even the thought of seeing Dawson got me completely giddy, and it shouldn’t, because we were friends and he had a girlfriend.

The first night he was already here when I came home. It was only him; he let the other guys go early. He looked even more attractive to me that night because he was totally in his element. He was casual and relaxed, chuckling at me every so often when we’d have a conversation about something simple.

That was the thing with Dawson. Things were always so easy with him; he grounded me with such an ease that I wished he’d been with me the year after my parents had died. I could have used him to pick me up every so often.

I’d spent most of the evening sitting at my kitchen table, looking through some of the documents that Dawson had given me from Emmett’s business. There was definitely something fishy going on, and I had yet to figure it out all the way. I should have been able to get this figured out within a day but with Dawson working a hammer in my living room, I couldn’t focus.

I could only see a sliver of him from my where I was sitting. Just his arm, or the occasional sight of his edgy jaw bone. I found myself staring at the way his arm muscles flexed with each pound of the hammer. Back and forth, back and forth, like they were provoking me. I think I even thought, na-na-na-boo-boo while mesmerized by the sight.

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