Clover Creek by Heather Michelle

Author:Heather Michelle [Michelle, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-09T16:00:00+00:00

We spent the next half hour melting chocolate and dancing in the kitchen to Taylor Swift and Reba McIntyre. I spread the mix across a sheet of wax paper and Gram settled into her comfy chair while we waited for the chocolate to cool.

“What on earth is that noise?” Gram asked when we turned the music off.

I pulled the thick floral patterned curtains aside and peered out the window. Jayce was outside, near the fence. Scratch that. He was fixing the fence. Why was Jayce fixing Gram’s fence? Without his shirt on. Shirtless. And sweaty. And all man.

The muscles in his back rippled every time he leaned forward to pick up a piece of wood from the stack on the ground. He pulled a measuring tape from his belt loop and marked measurements on one of the boards. Then he stuck the pencil between his teeth and wiped the sweat from his head with his forearm. His bicep flexed as he moved his Skilsaw through the piece of wood.

I should look away. This was the kind of thing that would send most girls right to Sunday confession. Twice. Was I even breathing anymore? Maybe I should bring him a bottle of water. It was definitely hot out there…

Jayce nailed the board in its place then looked up. Right. At. Me.

I was totally busted. Guess it was time to grab that bottle of water. I pulled two from the fridge, you know, just in case.

I handed him a bottle. “Thought you might be thirsty.” Completely nonchalant. Like he hadn’t just caught me with my hand in the cookie jar.

“Thank you.” He took the bottle and the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile before he twisted the cap and took a drink.

I was so totally busted.

Four big gulps and the bottle was empty. I handed him the second bottle. He twisted the cap then poured the cold water over the top of his head, closing his eyes when it ran down his face and neck. And chest. If I could be anything in the world at that moment, I wanted to be that bottle of water…

“You sure you don’t want to just run through the sprinklers?” I teased him. “Because I can just flip the switch… ”

Jayce laughed then tossed the empty bottles into a pile of scrap wood beside him. “Remember your Gram used to get so mad when we did that?” He held his hands on his hips and stood up straight. “You’re making a mess of my yard,” he said, mimicking my Gram’s tone.

“She was always so worried about her yard.” I glanced at the forgotten flower beds and my heart sank. “So, what are you doing here anyway? And when did you become a handyman?”

Jayce pulled his brows together and cocked his head. “Claire Cunningham. Is that doubt I hear in your voice?”

“Never,” I replied, feigning offense. “Just curiosity.” I shrugged.

“Well, it was one of your mother’s conditions. Since my father is the one who did this.

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