A Sinful Trap (Three Sinful Wishes 2)

She supposed if she had to make another attempt, it would be a good idea to do it while two strong men who weren’t afraid of heights were within screaming distance. “Almost. Let me go get a ladder from the shed and check it out. On my way up I’ll see if we can’t get a few sandwiches started for you and Aaron to go with that water.”

Bailey was proud of herself for walking around him without ogling or stepping on a rake. She was rounding the side of the inn, pulling off her gloves and psyching herself up for the climb, when she realized he was walking beside her.

She threw him a sidelong look. “Where are you going?”

“Offer me food and I’ll follow you anywhere.” His grin was disarming. “I’m Davide, by the way. Though you can still call me Buffly if you prefer. Here to help.”

Chapter Five

“Well, I’m always happy to meet a helpful man, Davide. You can call me Bailey.”

She couldn’t believe she’d called him Buffly to his face.

“I know all about you, Bailey Wagner.”

“You think you do.” She poked him in the side with her elbow. Wow. No give at all. “Don’t believe everything Celeste tells you. Unless I’m doing Jell-O shots or you mess with one of my friends, I’m usually very nice.”

“Who is Celeste?”

He beat her into the shed and was reaching for the ladder before she had the chance to get to the door. The man had impressive speed and his back muscles were mesmerizing. “Huh?”

“I’ve never met anyone named Celeste. Is she the one you kissed?” He turned and caught her staring, a knowing look in his dark gaze. “See anything you like?”

Of course she saw something she liked, but now she was thoroughly confused. “How would you know that if Celeste wasn’t your boss? Did she change her mind about taking the job? I left a message for her last night and told Locke to—”

“Now that name, I know well,” he interrupted, carrying the ladder under one arm as if it weighed nothing. “But I believe he asked you to call him Cam.”

How did he know that? “How do you know that?”

His answer was a mysterious smile, and then she was staring at his back again as she followed him around the house and into the inn. She waved at Ava and requested sandwiches before scowling at the perfect, bitable ass climbing the stairs in front of her. It was so round and bubbly. He must do lunges in his sleep.

“I’m not going to stop asking,” she muttered.

“Persistence is a virtue. Or was that patience?” He stopped in the hallway and reached up to pull open the attic door with ease. Last night she’d been wishing for a handyman to help with things like this, but her situation had been too perilous to go into details.

Davide, the bare-chested temptation of a roofer, was not what she’d had in mind. She was sure he was capable, but she’d never get any work done with him around. He was simply too pretty, and his triceps were like diamonds.

Maybe there was a gas leak to go along with the attic noises? It would explain the last twenty-four hours of her life so well.

“You’re a little thing, so this could have hurt. I’m glad Cam was here to catch you.”

“Yeah, me too.” She pushed her admiration for his charms to the side and attempted to stare him down. The way he was avoiding her questions while dropping info bombs along with Locke’s name was oddly purposeful. She wasn’t sure what he was trying to tell her, other than he knew Cameron Locke, but she was through playing around. “Are you a roofer or a spy for the new boss?”

“I’m a roofer today.” He placed the ladder against the opening, testing its stability before turning toward her. When the size of him forced her back a step, his light-brown eyes widened with appreciation. “You’re quick.”

“I’d take the compliment, but you’re really not as subtle as you think you are,” she shot back. And did his eyes seem lighter?

He grinned. “So I’ve been told. I’m curious. Have you told your friend your idea about a garden wedding yet?”

Bailey blinked in surprise. Another info bomb. But besides Kaya, she didn’t think she’d mentioned her dream about Dani’s wedding to anyone, other than—

“Wait a minute. The emails! Are you Sincerely, D?”

“In the flesh.”

Most of her irritation melted away with his reveal. “Why didn’t you say so right away? Welcome to Sedona. Do you know how odd it’s been not to wake up to several hysterically sarcastic emails from Locke’s invaluable assistant these last few days? What is the man who ‘secretly runs everything’ doing climbing roofs and carrying ladders for some pesky innkeeper?”

“You’re not pesky, and I wear many hats. One of my jobs is to get the lay of the land. To protect Cameron from those who might want to take advantage, personally or professionally. And I wanted to meet you in person. Nice to finally meet you, Bailey.”