Charlene Sands - Bunking Down with the Boss

“Yes, I know. I can’t use Annabelle as an excuse right now. I do know that, Joanie, but oh—darn. I forgot it’s Lucille’s birthday. All the girls are going?”

He finished clearing the table, wondering if he should leave rather than eavesdrop on Caroline’s phone conversation, but when he looked her way, she put up her index finger asking for one minute.

He leaned against the sink with arms folded and ankles crossed and waited, watching Caroline’s eyes dance with delight, her blond ponytail bouncing as she bobbed her head in conversation. He enjoyed looking at her—way too much.

“Okay, Saturday night. You’ll pick me up? Great. See you then.”

Caroline hung up the phone and walked over to him. “Thanks for helping with clean up.”

Sam nodded. “Dinner was good.”

“I’m not the greatest cook, but I try.”

“You’re better than you think.”

She appreciated the polite compliment for what it was. “Thank you. Oh, and I guess we’re not working all day Saturday like I’d planned. You heard that conversation. I tried, but my friends won’t let me off the hook. I’m going out for the first time since…well, doesn’t matter. We’ll just catch up on Monday.”

“I can still work the weekend.”

She shook her head. “No, that wouldn’t be fair. We’ll put in half a day on Saturday and Sunday we’ll rest. Remember, we’d agreed on those terms?”

Sam didn’t need a day off but Caroline did, whether she knew it or not. He’d agreed to her terms only to seal the deal. He’d worked seven days a week for so long that he really didn’t think it a hardship. Although others had, and that’s where he’d gone wrong in his life. His priorities had been way off.

He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

“Sunday, we rest,” Sam agreed.

“Good.”

Caroline smiled with warmth in her eyes and she glanced up at the cabinets he’d replaced. “You wouldn’t know that these had burned up yesterday. They’re so much nicer now with the new doors. You did an amazing job. Have I thanked you properly?”

Sam could think of a dozen ways she might thank him but nothing proper entered into his mind. “Twice. You thanked me twice, Caroline,” he said, his voice a husky whisper.

“Oh, I did?” She stared into his eyes, her gaze lingering, then she turned and reached up on her tiptoes to put a clean plate onto the shelf. She fumbled, the dish teetering on the edge. Sam moved quickly, sandwiching her between his body and the counter and caught the dish before it crashed. He set the dish on the shelf, fully aware of Caroline’s body pressed to his.

He groaned, the sound a hoarse cry of need. He stood rooted to the spot, unable to move away, as his body heated up to a quick sizzle.

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