Driftwood Lane
“The scent of soap or shampoo or lotion or whatever it was that made Meridith smell so good. It transported him to the moment he’d had her in his arms. Okay, so it was only because she’d stumbled. A man could pretend, couldn’t he?
Pretend? What was he thinking? Get a grip, Walker. He was here to do a job, and not just the renovations.
He’d been living in the house now for three days and had been waiting to install the cold air return in Meridith’s room. Waiting for her to leave the house, and fi...nally, five minutes ago, the opportunity presented itself.
But as soon as he stepped into her room and took one whiff, he wondered if he could do it. Rifle through her things? Her personal belongings? Open drawers, rummage through her closet? Not his style.
A gaping hole opened in the pit of his stomach, and it wasn’t hunger. He’d come to respect Meridith, if not see eye to eye with her.
But this was the only reason he was here. He had to think of the kids. If Meridith was bipolar, he needed to know.MoreLess
Pretend? What was he thinking? Get a grip, Walker. He was here to do a job, and not just the renovations.
He’d been living in the house now for three days and had been waiting to install the cold air return in Meridith’s room. Waiting for her to leave the house, and fi...nally, five minutes ago, the opportunity presented itself.
But as soon as he stepped into her room and took one whiff, he wondered if he could do it. Rifle through her things? Her personal belongings? Open drawers, rummage through her closet? Not his style.
A gaping hole opened in the pit of his stomach, and it wasn’t hunger. He’d come to respect Meridith, if not see eye to eye with her.
But this was the only reason he was here. He had to think of the kids. If Meridith was bipolar, he needed to know.MoreLess
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