Messing With Mac

Author:Jill Shalvis [Shalvis, Jill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9780373691180
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Amazon: 0373691181
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Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2003-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

MAC SPENT the next week working like a dog on the woodworking portion of the job—normally his favorite part—thinking it should dispel the feel of Taylor in his arms, the taste of her in his mouth.

Should, but didn’t. He spent every night at his kitchen table, trying not to look at the mountain of bills, drafting up the plans for his own renovation, hoping he got approval for one of the bids he had out there in order to pay for it.

By the end of the next week, he still hadn’t heard from the town council, and the stress level was rising. He went to work early on Friday, thinking a little manual labor might help.

Taylor’s car wasn’t out front, but in a town like South Village, where a parking spot was more prized than the actual car, that didn’t mean much.

But Taylor, the moneyless princess, was still very much a princess in that way. She wanted her car parked right out front, and more times than not, she actually managed it.

Mac figured once a princess, always a princess.

He, on the other hand, had to park a good three blocks away, even though it was still practically the crack of dawn.

The building was silent. Letting himself in with the key Taylor had given him, he walked up the stairs. They’d come so far in all these weeks. They were working in the apartment across from Taylor’s today, putting in kitchen cabinets, and for a moment he let himself relish all they’d done up to this point.

The place was looking good, really good. With all the wood trim, brick and wood accents, the natural charm and personality of the old building was shining through.

He put on his tool belt because he liked the weight of it, and because he liked the work. He wasn’t, and never would be, a Cadillac contractor, someone who ran a job and yet never picked up a hammer.

He wanted to lift a hammer. Hell, he wanted to do it all.

He looked around for the plans, and remembered he’d left them in Taylor’s room when he’d been with the painter. A glance at his watch reminded him it wasn’t quite seven.

Taylor Wellington was not a morning person. He’d learned this. Though she always appeared by eight, perfectly dressed and perfectly made-up, looking stunning as usual, she rarely spoke until she’d walked across the street to the coffee house and purchased a very large coffee.

Mac enjoyed watching the process, though he’d cut out his tongue before admitting it to her. Except for business, they hadn’t spoken since the water fight. He told himself that was a good thing.

Letting himself into her apartment was easy, he had a key for that, too. But walking into her bed room, where he’d left the plans, wasn’t quite as simple. There were scents in there, scents of soap, per fume…and the woman who wore them. There were clothes, perfectly folded as always, but clothes that made his fingers itch to touch. And

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