Chapter 31
MAC
It snowed overnight. Dad got Andy to school no problem since he parked his SUV in my spot in the garage and was able to drive through the snow to the cleared street.
Nothing had been shoveled. I never let him because I went on enough calls for falls or heart attacks from shoveling.
Now that Georgia was in the garage apartment, I couldn’t wait until later to get the job done.
I had to make sure the path was clear for her to even get out the door and down the steps.
No way was she getting hurt.
I got out the shovel and went to work on her outdoor stairs, flinging snow over the railing.
When I got to the top, she opened the door.
Warm air and her luscious scent washed over me.
I was working up a sweat from the workout even though it was below freezing.
Unlike me, she was all fresh and pretty in–
“What the fuck are you wearing?” I snapped.
She glanced down at herself. “What?”
She wore jeans and a thick black turtleneck sweater. Her hair was down, tumbled over her shoulders and today her lips were a vivid red. She looked fucking perfect. How did she do that? Look so damned pretty all the time?
I hadn’t seen her since my office the day before, but I heard all about her from those who’d had their photo shoots. Plus, the mayor who updated me on the number of calendars already ordered. She was thrilled. The town was excited about the concept. All because of Georgia.
But I was the one who licked her pussy flavor off my fingers. The one who looked her over and got cranky all over again.
“Those.” I pointed at her feet.
“My boots?”
“Those aren’t boots,” I countered, suddenly crankier with her than I would be at my dad if he had a shovel in hand. “They have a heel and–” I ran a gloved hand over my face. “Are they suede?”
She picked up her foot and bent her knee to scope out her footwear, as if she was looking to see if she had shit on the bottom.
“What’s wrong with them?”
I waved my hand in the air to indicate the winter wonderland, even though it was April.
“We have a foot of snow. You can’t wear those today.”
“Why not?”
“You’ll fall. A heel?” I shook my head. They were sexy as fuck, but completely useless today, except to get my dick hard. “Get your snow boots on.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and the move plumped up her tits. Tits I knew were big and soft and lickable and insanely responsive.
“I didn’t bring any. In fact, I don’t actually own any.”
I propped the shovel in the corner of the railing, set my hands on my hips and sighed. “Get your things. We’re going shopping.”
She reached just inside the door for her coat and pulled it on.
“For what?”
“Winter boots. Is that the coat you’re wearing?”
She rolled her eyes. “Obviously, since I’m putting it on and the one I’ve worn it since I got here. It’s warm.”
“Now there’s snow. It’s wool. If it gets wet, you’ll freeze.”
“I don’t plan on getting it wet.”
We could stand here and bicker or I could shut up and get her to the store. I sighed, knowing sleep was delayed. No way could she go to work dressed like that. I wouldn’t be able to sleep for worrying about her. I had an obligation to keep her safe even if she didn’t.
“Let’s go, gorgeous.”