Free Wyatt's Stand (Colebrook Siblings Trilogy Book 2) by Kaylea Cross

hunger on his face that disappeared so fast she wasn’t sure if she’d imagined it.
    He cleared his throat, looked away. “I’ll go set this one up in the attic for Barry,” he said, grabbing the other fan. “Come on, Grits.”
    Kneeling there on the floor she watched him go, and told herself it was the cool rush of the fan that made her break out in goose bumps and pebbled her nipples against the cups of her bra, not that look she’d just seen from the hard, sexy man walking away from her.
     
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    At six she called it a day and packed up her tools. Her back ached and she no doubt stank of sweat but it had been a good day.
    The crew had left thirty minutes ago and between all of them they’d managed to do most of the demo on the main floor in just three days. The electrician Wyatt had hired was due in tomorrow to get things started, and the plumber a few days from now, along with the HVAC people.
    Back at her motel room she stepped under the spray of a lukewarm shower that felt like heaven against her sweaty skin and scrubbed herself clean. Shaved, shampooed and moisturized, she put on a sleeveless, pale yellow sundress and open-toed sandals that showed off her pedicured toes.
    It’s not a date , she told herself as she applied light eye makeup in the bathroom mirror. Still, she wanted to look her best. And if tingles raced through her belly every time she thought about that hungry look on Wyatt’s face, she couldn’t help it. The man was sexy despite his gruff exterior and she was insanely curious about him.
    To the west, the setting sun painted the sky in bold strokes of ruby and pink as she drove down the country road to the address Wyatt had texted her. The countryside out here was nothing short of spectacular, all rolling green fields nestled against the mountains.
    Turning right at the driveway marked by the mailbox reading The Colebrooks , she caught her breath when the main house came into view. The rosy light from the sunset made the yellow two-story farmhouse glow. Its grounds were immaculate, the garden beds out front tidy and the grass cut.
    Beyond the house, pastures bordered either side of the property, and a paddock sat out front of a wide red barn. To the right of it sat the cabin Wyatt lived in, a miniature version of the main house, complete with a wraparound porch enclosed by a white-painted railing.
    Snagging the bottle of white wine from the passenger seat, she smoothed down the skirt of her dress and tried to ignore the nervous flutter in the pit of her stomach. The moment she stepped onto the front porch she heard Grits barking, then his little face appeared on the other side of the screen door. His ears lowered in recognition, his body swaying with the force of his wagging tail.
    “Hey, little man. Is your human home?”
    “Right here.” Wyatt appeared in the opening, dressed in a dark-button down shirt and a pair of dark jeans. A surge of arousal hit her as she took in the sight of him, those big shoulders practically filling the doorframe. “Come on in.”
    She swept past him, getting a whiff of his clean, masculine scent that made her pulse beat faster. The entryway led directly into a kitchen that was small but clean, and being alone with him here felt intimate.
    She held out the bottle, put on a smile. “I’m not sure if you drink it, but I brought us some wine.”
    “Oh. Thanks.” He took it from her and went to a cabinet next to the fridge. “You want some?”
    “Love a glass, thanks.” She glanced around the space, taking in the layout. “It’s so cozy and bright in here.” Off the kitchen sat a living room with a rock fireplace, and beyond that, a porch that overlooked the fields beyond.
    “Best part is the view off the back porch. We can sit out there after we eat.”
    “Sounds good. What are we having?”
    His lips twitched again. “Italian takeout.”
    “Yum. My favorite.” She accepted the wineglass with a murmur of thanks. “Can I help with