Lucky Break (Lucky 3)

Lauren walked in instead.

“Hi.” She strode in with purpose, wearing those high black boots he’d noticed the first night they’d met, dark jeans and a black-and-white-striped shirt with some funky vest on top. The neckline of the shirt was rounded and covered her assets. So did the vest. But he could still see the slight swell and curve of her breasts, enough for him to be distracted by the sight.

And the way she was staring at him, she was equally off-kilter.

“What can I do for you?” he asked.

“I was hoping we could talk.”

He nodded. “I’m glad you’re here. Let me go upstairs and grab a shirt.”

He hoped she didn’t bolt before he got back.

CHAPTER FIVE

JASON DISAPPEARED up the loft stairs, leaving Lauren with one thought. Thank God he’d gone to put on a shirt, because his bare chest was a distraction she didn’t need or want. She’d taken in his muscled forearms and the dark sprinkling of hair that tapered into the waistband of his jeans and her mouth had grown dry. She knew what lay below those jeans.

Now she had a chance to shore up her defenses. Business first. Last. Only.

She glanced around the room, noticing the fallen ladder, paint tray and a sullen-looking dog with floppy ears who lay beside both. “Hey there, what’s your name?” she asked as she knelt down beside him and patted his head.

The telephone on Jason’s desk rang and the answering machine picked up on the second ring. “Corwin Contractors, leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible,” Jason’s deep voice said, followed by a long beep.

“Hey, it’s Greg. I can’t thank you enough for trading me the Dunning house for turning down the Perkins job.”

Lauren heard her last name and rose to her feet, paying close attention to the rest of the message.

“I’m hoping to bag some of the landmark restorations due around here and this job ought to help. I owe you one.” He paused and Lauren thought he’d hang up, but there was more. “Good luck with your lady,” he added before disconnecting the call.

Jason had sabotaged her opportunity to hire Greg Charlton, Lauren thought, and her blood pressure spiked. She now had no doubt he’d done the same thing with Mark Miller. No wonder both men had been unable to take on her small project.

Of all the nerve.

Footsteps sounded as Jason came down the stairs.

He’d pulled on a long-sleeved navy sweatshirt, but his feet were bare, which she found ridiculously sexy.

He hit the bottom step and came to a halt. “I take it you heard that?” He pointed to the answering machine on the desk.

“Rhetorical question. I’m not deaf.” She clasped her hands in front of her, squeezing them tight, feeling the blood flow nearly stop.

She took one look at his handsome face, and the words just toppled off her tongue. “Just tell me why. Why do you want to work beside me so badly? Ten years ago you left without so much as a word, and now after one night you’re manipulating people to get this job?” She whirled away, frustrated and embarrassed she’d admitted so much.

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest until his body heated her from the outside in. She struggled not to melt back into him and enjoy the sensations, but she sensed a losing battle. Just as she’d known it would be.

“How?” Jason asked her.

“How what?”

“How did you expect me to get in touch with you?” he asked, his breath warm in her ear. “Your grandmother found out about us, packed you up and sent you away. One day you were just gone. It wasn’t like you left a forwarding address.”

“How did you find out I was gone?” Lauren asked.

“Your grandmother came by and took great pleasure in letting me know I’d never see you again.”

Lauren’s stomach cramped at that. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He shrugged, leaning his chin against her head. “It’s not your fault. Now answer my question. How did you expect me to find you?”