No, scratch that, difficult as he was, she wouldnt want to work with anyone else. He was abrupt, in sensitive and far too hardheaded, but he was a damn good contractor and he was honest to a fault.
Honest or otherwise, he slowly climbed the stairs, holding her gaze in his, until he stood right before her, all but surrounding her with his size and strength in what she considered was a deliberate at tempt to establish his dominance.
Well, she was dominant, too, and she lifted her chin and stared him down.
Youre not moving out of the dust, he said.
She wouldnt back up, not even one little step, though he was close enough now that she could feel the heat of his body, could see the look in his light brown eyes, and it was a very confident, cocksure look.
Even her heartbeat responded to his nearness, quickening, causing a glowing, growing heat within her body. Combined with the almost frantic awareness humming through her every nerve ending, she felt like a bomb waiting to go off.
No. She couldnt be attracted to him, he wasnt what she wanted in a man. He wasnt quiet, easygoing. He wasnt laid-back. And he certainly wouldnt let her walk all over him.
Damn, but it had been a long time since a man had gotten to her like this, really gotten to her. And to be fair, Jeff Hathaway had been more boy than man.
Theyd met in second grade. Jeff had slugged Tony Villa for calling her a Jolly Green Giant when shed worn a green dress and green tights with matching green patent leather shoes, and even back then Taylors heart had sighed.
In sixth grade Jeff held her hand at lunch break, not caring who saw, and her heart had sighed again and again.
By high school, theyd been soul mates. Shed known he was the one, no matter that he came from what her mother had called an undesirable family. Jeff was her family.
Theyd wanted to get married right out of high school but she hadnt turned eighteen and her mother wouldnt give her permission. So they plotted away the summer, talking about college, where theyd room together, and then sneak off to Vegas when she turned eighteen in October.
By that time, Jeff had been her best friend, her lover, her future husband and her entire life.
And on the last day of September, hed been killed in a car accident.
Those days immediately following, and even several years after, didnt bear thinking about. But al ways having been strong of heart, Taylor did eventually heal. She even moved on, and dated a little in her early twenties, when fast, fun and reckless were infinitely preferable to deep and emotional.
Even now at twenty-seven, she felt perfectly nor mal, but a part of her was missing. The best part. Jeff.
God, shed loved him. Oh, she could still function, could even care about a man. She could laugh and learn and do all the things shed done before.
But one thing had irrevocably changed. Now when she let a man in, it was simply to soothe a need, whether it be wanting to be held against his hard body, or merely needing a sexual release that didnt come from something battery operated.
Nothing more, nothing less, as even now, nearly ten years later, she couldnt imagine going through that soul-destroying love ever again.
Princess?
How could she have forgotten the very unforgettable man looking at her? The one man since Jeff shed actually found herself yearning for.
There. The admission was out in the open, not that she was going to do anything about it. He was not, repeat not, her type. Im not allergic to a bit of dust.
You havent been breathing it in. Continue to stand there while we demo the hallway and your lungs will be burning within half an hour. Not to mention the pounding sinus headache that accompanies it.
Was that concern? If so, it didnt bear thinking about, as it might soften her toward him. And given her bodys response to his without letting her brain get into the mix, that would be just plain stupid. And dangerous.
Thanks for the concern, she said sweetly, and turned away. She entered her apartment, stripped now of all furnishings and personal belongings except for the bedroom. Everything had been taken to her storage unit, where she also kept her precious antiques.
But here, in her private sanctuary, her bedroom, she still had her huge four-poster bed and the luxurious beddings left over from the good old days be fore the end of her bottomless-and now nearly extinct-bank account.
She wasnt upset she had to make her own way in the world. In fact, it was a challenge she appreciated.
What she resented was how it had happened, so abruptly, even cruelly, without a thought to her feelings.
Saying that her family wasnt close was something of an understatement. Her family was selfish, all of them, including herself. They each cared more about their immediate world than each other, all of them including herself. Taylor hated that, and as her heels clicked across the bare floor, she yearned for it to be different. She yearned for more. She neededsomething.
It wasnt often she allowed herself to need, but she needed to now. Sitting on her bed, she pulled out her cell phone and called Suzanne.
Hows my unit coming? Suzanne asked. Nearly ready for me?
Taylor could hear pots and pans clattering, and smiled, feeling soothed already. For as long as shed known Suzanne, shed smelled like vanilla, had some sort of food stain on one part of her person or another and was always in the middle of whipping up something mouthwatering.
Your unit is coming along, Taylor assured her. Youll be opening Earthly Delights in no time.
Im ready.
Me, too. Hopefully shed be right next door opening her own store as well. If she could afford to get away without a tenants monthly cash flow. She sighed. I cant wait to have you around again.
The clanging slowed. I thought you were enjoying your solitude.
Yeah, well, not as much as I thought I would, it turns out.
Now the clanging stopped all together. Taylor? Whats the matter?
Damn it, shed given herself away. Caring deeply for her friends and opening up to them were two different things entirely, at least for her. She didnt open up easily.
Correction: she opened up never.
But complicating the matter was the simple fact that she didnt really even know what was wrong, she only knew she felt this unsettling and vagueneed. For what exactly, she had no idea. I just wanted to say hi.
You soundsad, Suzanne accused.
I do not.
Never mind. Im coming over right after I finish up here. I wont be but another half hour. Ill bring ice cream, and you can tell me everything.
Ice cream happened to be Suzannes cure-all for anything and everything. It usually worked, but this seemed bigger than even ice cream. Chocolate?
Taylor asked pathetically. Double fudge chocolate?
Chocolate, Suzanne promised. Give me thirty minutes, hon, tops.
Tempting, oh God, it was so tempting. But no matter how much she loved Suzanne, Taylor had never been able to tell her about her own painful past, about her distant family, about losing Jeff, and some how she knew that what she was feeling now was all tied up with that. And she couldnt go into it, not now, not after so many years of burying it, because she was afraid that if she did, if she let it out, it would destroy her all over again. I have a Historical Society meeting this evening. True enough. But maybe tomorrow, okay?
Promise?
Promise. Kiss Ryan for me.
I wish youd come stay with us so you could get away from the renovation, at least at night.
Im fine.
I just dont like you there in the heart of downtown, all by yourself in that big old empty building.
No one is going to bother me because the place is so old and empty. Dont worry about me, Im safe.
Of course Ill worry, but that wont stop you from doing as you please. Talk to you tomorrow?
Absolutely.
Taylor flipped off the cell phone, and had just slipped it back into her pocket when Mac spoke in that low, husky voice of his, nearly causing her to leap right out of her skin. You didnt move out.
Damn. Well arent you observant. Slowly, on her own terms, she shifted on the bed to face him.
Big mistake.
First, sitting on the bed while he was standing right next to it made her feel a little bit shameless, a little bithungry.
Horrifyingly so.
And second, there was the way he was looking back at her-eyes heated, glinting with that edgy, unreadable expression that made her thighs tighten.
Did he wonder how combustive theyd be in this bed, the way she wondered? Not that she intended to follow through on that wondering, but
I dont know who you were just talking to, he said. But they were right. Its not safe here at night, no matter what you think.
Of course it is.
The building is deserted, and in obvious renovation. You know damn well this street gets heavy foot traffic on a daily basis. You never know whos going to come pawing through here looking to steal supplies or tools.
I lock up.
He let a rough snort.
Im staying, Mac.
There are going to be times where theres no electricity. No water. No gas. This isnt going to be the Ritz, Princess. This is going to be little more than camping at best.
She hadnt had luxuries in months, but hell if shed admit that. Or the fact that she was slowly selling off her beloved antique collection just to keep afloat here. He thought her a spoiled princess, so be it.
What he thought was no skin off her nose.
And if he really believed she was going to back off the first challenge in her entire life, the first chance shed ever had to prove herself, to get by on her own, he was sorely mistaken. Shed continue her spaghetti and canned tomato diet for as long as it took. She was going to do this, and do it right, and not even for him, the first man to make her feel a twinge in the heart region in ten years, would she give it up.
Ill make sure I have batteries and drinking water, she said.
He stared at her for one, long, unwavering heartbeat, then shook his head. Are you always impossible and stubborn, or is it just me?
Trick question, that.
He certainly hadnt been the first man to find her difficult, and she doubted hed be the last. But only one thing mattered to her, her battered pride. No way was she going to admit she couldnt afford to go anywhere for the duration of the renovation, not to him, not to anyone. Im staying, Mac.