“Do me a favor and scooch to the right just two inches and check the level.”
Sighing, he did as he asked, and right there, his ass was perfectly placed right in front of me. Grinning, I nodded.
“Perfect.”
Except, he glanced over his shoulder and caught me ogling his behind.
“Cassidy,” he warned.
“Hmm?”
“Are you making me do all this extra work just so you can stare at my ass?”
“Oh, definitely not. No, this is how I am every time I put up a bookshelf,” I said, hoping to sound sincere, though it came off like a lie.
“So, if I got Bud Carson in here to help you, he’d have to go through all the same things?”
“Probably more. Have you seen Bud Carson organize the shelves in the pharmacy? He could use a little design help.”
Sighing, he turned around and hopped off the ladder. “It’s a shelf, Cassidy. It’s pretty damn basic.”
“Oh, it is, is it?”
“Yeah. You build it. You attach it to the wall. This could have been done an hour ago.”
Nodding, I grinned at him. “You mean, like when you stormed in here just as I was about to do just that?”
“That was different.”
“In what way?”
He opened his mouth, gaping like a fish at me, searching for something not offensive to say.
And I let him sweat.
“Well…”
Walking forward, I pressed my hand to his chest, cocking my head at him. “The truth is, you just wanted to see me.”
His teeth ground in irritation at my declaration. “If anything, I was protecting you.”
“Yes, from the big bad drill,” I smiled.
His eyes narrowed dangerously at me, but instead of saying anything, he turned and quickly installed the brackets into the wall, then to the bookshelf, securing it in place.
“Done.”
“Thank you,” I smiled, tipping my head at him. “I never could have done it without you.”
Rolling his eyes, he practically tossed the drill aside as he stalked toward me.
“Now, hold on a minute. I don’t have another change of clothes!”
“Then maybe you should learn to watch what you say,” he growled, grabbing me around the waist and hauling me against his body.
“You’re sweaty!”
“I’m about to make you sweaty,” he growled, right before he slammed his lips down on mine.