“That’s what I’ve been dealing with.”
Rocky’s blue gaze fell to the bits and pieces of whatever it was that had been forced back up into her sink.
“Looks like a clogged drain,” he rumbled low. His eyes lifted back to hers before he asked her, “You said you have tools?”
“Oh. Right. Guess you’ll probably need those, huh?” Raegan opened the cabinet below the sink and pulled out the small tool kit for him to use. “I hope this has what you need.”
“If it’s what I think it is, this should work just fine.”
His fingers brushed against hers as he took possession of the plastic case, and it was all she could do not to outwardly react. And what the hell was up with that, anyway?
She didn’t lose her breath at the sight of a man. Of course, she’d also never gotten all gah-gah over a guy just because his hand happened to innocently come into contact with hers.
You got him here. Now, start trying to find out what you can.
Knowing her inner voice was right, Raegan pushed aside all thoughts other than those related to what she wanted to know.
“You said you had to go out of town for work?” She kept her tone as breezy as possible. “What do you do?”
Rocky talked and worked at the same time. “I’m in private security.”
“Really?” Raegan kept her expression schooled. “Like…alarm systems and stuff like that?”
“And stuff like that.” One corner of his mouth curved. “What about you? What do you do?”
Stay vague and keep the focus on him.
“Nothing exciting, I assure you,” she answered truthfully. “I work at a bank.”
She was actually the lead security guard there, but that information was need-to-know, and this man didn’t.
First rule of undercover ops…when asked details about your life, stick as close to the truth as possible in case the enemy decides to check out your story.
Not that Raegan considered Rocky the enemy. She didn’t know him well enough yet to make that kind of determination. But hopefully, if she played her cards right?—
“Hey, do you have a bowl or a pan or something I could put under the pipes, so I don’t make a mess?”
“Sure.” Raegan quickly retrieved the same bowl she’d had out earlier, inwardly smiling for having thought this part through ahead of time.
She’d purposely waited for him to ask rather than make the preemptive offer, because someone who knew nothing about kitchen pipes wouldn’t necessarily know a drop pan was needed in a situation such as this.
“Will this work?” She held out the bowl for him to take.
“That’s perfect. Thanks.” Rocky slid it beneath the P-trap before ducking his head and shoulders back under the sink.
Of their own accord, Raegan’s eyes began to wander across the bare, sculpted landscape of his core.
Too bad you aren’t looking for some casual fun. If he looks this good shirtless, just imagine what he looks like without those jeans…or whatever he has undernea?—
“Which bank?”
The slightly muffled rumble cut through her scattered thoughts.
“I’m sorry, what?” She blinked herself back to the real world.
Okay, seriously. She really,reallyneeded to get a grip on her hormones and keep her focus on the real reason she’d invited this man into her house.
“You said you worked at a bank,” Rocky reminded her as he worked. “I was asking which one.”