On His Jobsite – Everett
Chapter eleven
Sometimes, I could be an ass. It wasn’t that I ignored Cameron and his efforts the other day, but I had work to do. Dropping off food was nice, but it wasn’t like I asked for it. Still, it was sweet. And I wanted to repay the favor.
It was out of the ordinary for me, but I needed a break. I had to call him to see where he was, and he texted me the address. I picked up some lunch and headed out.
I pulled up to the worksite in a residential neighborhood. Apparently, he was painting the exterior of a three-story house. I shielded my eyes from the sun to look up at him on the scaffolding. He gave an enthusiastic wave, then climbed down.
He was hot and sweaty, and all those muscles moving under his shirt left me breathless. He wore cargo shorts with work boots and socks rolled down to his ankles. His legs were gorgeous, even with gray paint splattered all over them.
Oh my.
“What’s up?”
“I uh…” I held up the to-go bag. “Returning the favor.”
“You didn’t have to do that.” He took the bag and opened it, peering inside. “Smells good.”
“It’s sandwiches from the diner. Nothing special.”
“They do have great sandwiches.”
I couldn’t argue with that. “Well, enjoy.”
I turned to go, but Cameron stopped me. “Wait.”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s go out. Tonight or tomorrow. How about tomorrow? It’s Saturday and I have a great idea.”
“I don’t think so,” I huffed. “I have a lot of work to do.”
“Come on, you can take a couple of hours off and hang out with me. It’ll be fun.” He really was a persistent gremlin.
“Fine. When?” I reluctantly gave in and agreed to a second date because Cameron was relentlessly pestering me. Now, maybe he would leave me alone. Somehow, I didn’t think so and wasn’t sure that was my actual motive anyway.
Cameron’s smile confirmed I was right about my doubts. “Give me your address, and I’ll pick you up at ten.”
“Ten in the morning?”
“That’s right.”
I huffed again. “I’ll be at the brewery.”
“Is there a reason why you don’t want me to know where you live?”
That deserved the eyeroll I gave him. “No, Cameron. I’m just always at the brewery.”
“Fine then.” He winked at me. He was insufferable and entirely too happy.