mind keeping this piece steady while I attach it?” he asks, interrupting my
problem.” I take my position opposite him, holding the piece of trim in place
against the dresser as he drills screws into the underside so that they remain
hidden from view. It’s like magic.
as he works.
his head this way and that to make sure the piece is level before he starts.
Then, he lifts the drill, and taut muscles shine with sweat as he drives each
screw into the boards with purpose. His forearms flex and jump with every
movement. And his tattoo calls my eye to follow the bumps and dips of his
biceps and triceps.
Scott is a perfectly sculpted specimen of man. He’s strong. Confident. Capable.
me staring and winks, rewarding me with his rare, crooked grin. I feel myself
flush as I quickly look away, totally busted.
No, I don’t
mind helping him one bit.
Isabel Love is a hopeless romantic. She loves reading about two people falling in love, overcoming whatever obstacles they may face, and finding their happily ever after. A husband, two kids, and a full-time job keep her busy by day, but by night, she can be found with her Kindle in hand, reading “just one more chapter”.