“I might know a guy,” he stated simply and reached past her, touching the indentation of her waist and brushing against her shoulder as he leaned down to check under the sink.His innocuous actions let loose a battalion of butterflies in her belly in the process.“Seems to me you must’ve had issues with this faucet in the past because there was this gem on one of the shelves beneath the sink.”
Standing upright, and looking down into Aspen’s eyes, he wiggled a new faucet in its plastic cover between them.
“There was a faucet down there?My parents must have had it for a long time and never got around to changing it when they had the shop.”
“I don’t know who left it there, but you certainly don’t look a gift horse—or plumbing need—in the mouth.I can change out the hardware, no problem.I just happened to have driven my truck over, so I have my tools to make the fix before the water dries on the floor.”
“I don’t know what to say, Connor.”
“Nothing to say, BB.You need a fix, and I’m your guy.”
So why did Aspen’s traitorous mind slip to a wicked double entendre, and by fix, thoughts of Connor kissing her senseless came to mind.
“You with me, BB?”Connor asked, and slipped his thumb under her chin to lift her face upward so he could examine her.
Eyes glazed over, Aspen worked to gain control over her crazed, sex-starved mind.“Yes, please.Please fix my sink.”
Connor left the shop and returned with a battered blue toolbox labeled plumbing written across a piece of tape near the lid’s handle.
The two of them worked on separate tasks in silence; Wolfe removing the broken hardware and Aspen mopping the floor.
Aspen had to remind herself to focus on her cleanup and not Connor’s sexy legs covered in dark denim as he laid on his back to make the faucet connections under the sink.
“You have any music, BB?It’s awfully quiet in here,” Connor chirped from his spot under the sink.
Aspen spied one last look at Connor’s trim waist that burst into a massive vee of muscle that comprised his chest.
“What are you thinking?”Aspen asked, grabbing her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and began pursuing her phone’s music app.She scrolled to see if she had any playlists for hard rock or classic rock or punk rock, thinking that would be his style.
“Anything really.Maybe some Bach or Vivaldi.Anything Baroque will do.
Knock her over with a cupcake liner, could this man be any more intriguing?
“You like classical music?”
After a few moments, Connor contorted his body so he peered out at her from his place under the sink.His look incredulous.“Who doesn’t like classical music?Tchaikovsky.Mozart.All amazing.”
“Oh, okay.I just assumed you like classicalrockmusic based on your penchant for t-shirts featuring seventies rock bands.”
Stunned at another fascinating facet of the man who bulldozed his way into her life, Aspen found a playlist on the phone and strings from some stirring classical piece filled the bakery as sweetly as the aroma from the batches of cupcakes she baked each day.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover, or t-shirt, BB,” Connor said while using a wrench to tighten connections under the sink.
Shortly after, all traces from the water were dried and a new faucet gleamed with pride atop the sink.
Storing her cleaning supplies, Aspen returned to join Connor at the basin where he’d washed the bowls that still needed cleaning.The towel slung over his shoulder was one of the sexiest sites she’d seen and it stole her breath.
Taking the towel from his shoulder, she finished drying her baking instruments while Connor drained the sink.“I don’t even know what to say, Connor.A mere thank you seems so pathetic for all you did for me today.Can I pay you?”
“Enough with that,” Connor gave her a droll stare.“No need to thank me, or pay me, BB.”
“On the contrary,” Aspen turned and touched his forearms so he’d understand how appreciative she was for his unending generosity.“Without you stopping by, I’d be knee-deep in water before I figured out how to stop the flow.”
“Well, let’s just say my excellent timing on the ice extends to other areas of my life,” he offered her a sultry stare before turning his attention back to the bin that held his tools.
Annnnd Aspen’s mind immediately spiraled to ‘excellent timing’ she was certain he possessed in other places...like the bedroom.She’d bet the down payment on her next oven that Connor would be a lover who’d ensure her pleasure before attaining his own.
“Stop it, you idiot.”