tale.
âCustomers have to be able to move freely, you know? Theyâre not going to browse in a room where they feel claustrophobic.â
Moving to stand behind her, Cole placed one hand on her shoulder and used his other to gesture. âEighteen feet, right? Fifteen of usable space between the door and the corner. How about we cut a few of your bookshelves down toabout six feet, butt them up against the wall here, here and here.â He indicated the area, his arm brushing against her shoulder. âThat should give you plenty of clearance on the open end, and you can use the corner space beside the door for wall shelves.â
âCut them down?â Regardless of what sheâd said earlier about whacking, she sounded as if heâd suggested cutting her legs off just above the ankles. Spinning around, she had to step back to keep from stumbling. He was that close. When he put out a hand to steady her, her eyes widened, sucking him into the cloud-gray depths.
Flowers. Even with the faint echoes of paint and burnt spice, he smelled flowers. There wasnât a damn thing blooming in her yard. It had to be the woman herself. No makeup, wild hair, clothes that could have come from any thrift shopâand she smelled like a tropical garden.
He leaned closer. She froze, a deer-in-the-headlights look in her eyes. Donât do it, manâyouâre starting something youâre in no position to finish.
âLike we talked about beforeâshorten them,â he said gruffly, stepping back to a safe distance.
Her cheeks flushed with color, she nodded slowly. âAnd I could use the short ends over hereâand here.â She gestured toward the space between windows and on either side. âAnd thereâs still the dining room.â
She gradually lost the bemused look, if thatâs what it was. He was no expert when it came to reading a womanâs expression, but she no longer looked wary. Actually, she looked almost excited, and an excited Marty Owens was a little too infectious for his peace of mind. He moved back and leaned against the door frame while she walked around,motioning with her hands, muttering to herselfâsoft little sounds she probably wasnât even aware of making.
And whoâd have thought gray eyes could darken and sparkle that way? He wondered if that was how sheâd look in bed, afterâ
âIâd better be getting back to the marina.â It was one thing to hang around and help her plan her building project. It was another thing entirely toâ
Yeah, wellâ¦forget about that. âIâd like to get here about seven tomorrow, if thatâs not too early.â That way sheâd be out walking her dog and he could start work without any enticing distractions.
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Marty watched until Coleâs truck disappeared, allowing her imagination free range. What was it about men and the way they dressed? Ninety-nine out of a hundred might as well be wearing baggy bib overalls for all the difference it made. She might even know and like them personally, but there was no chemistry. No click.
And then, along came that one out of a hundredâa thousandâwearing faded jeans and a plain black tee, and she immediately started wonderingâ¦.
Be still, my heart.
A few minutes later she gathered her wandering wits and focused on her immediate problem. At least, one of her problems. She wandered around, studying the available space and jotting notes on the back of an envelope. If she used the utility room instead of the kitchen forâ
That wouldnât work. No way was she going to squeeze a washer and drier into her upstairs hall, even after remodeling. The living room and dining room would provide enough display space, using the kitchen forâ
The refrigerator. Oh, shoot. All sheâd have room for in her new kitchenette would be one of those dorm-size models.
She could worry about that later. Meanwhile, just when it