“Thank you.”
After all the buckets were packed up and the hoses were coiled, Blake lowered the tent, tossing it into the bed of his Chevy before lifting the tailgate. “I hate that this was a bust. Great first impression.”
I threw my sopping locks into a messy bun. “I don’t think they can fault you for rain.”
Blake sighed. “They can and they will, but it’s only up from here.”
“Way to set the bar really low in the beginning. I’m onto you, Mr. Hartigan,” I teased.
“I don’t know how we’re going to get these kids to that tournament, though.” I could feel defeat radiating off of him.
“It’s still a little ways away. We’ll come up with something,” I assured him, putting the money from my friends into the cash box.
“We?” he asked, smirking at me.Does this guy have any other facial expression?
“Don’t press your luck. I’m still cross with you for blackmailing me into doing this in the first place.”
“Fair enough, but you do have to admit you had a good time.” He peeled off his drenched shirt, throwing it into one of the buckets, and it took everything in my power to not let my jaw hit the asphalt. Chiseled didn’t begin to describe the gorgeousness of that man’s torso. His suits and collared shirts hid his body well.
“I-I think I need to get going,” I stammered, taking a few steps back from my gorgeous boss.
“Thanks again, Caroline. Good work today.” He bit his lip while waving at me as I started to retreat to my car.
“See you Monday.”