Playboy Bachelors. Marie Ferrarella

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      Abandoning his computer and its multitude of crashes, Philippe went out into the hallway and made his way to the kitchen, the source of all this ungodly noise.

      He was ready to do whatever it took to get some peace.

      Wearing safety goggles and wielding a sledgehammer, J.D. didn’t seem to see him at first. For a second, despite the irritation that was close to the boiling point within his chest, he hung back, just watching her.

      She swung that sledgehammer like a pro. Tirelessly. Splintering cabinets she’d already crowbarred from the wall.

      He found the rhythmic movement oddly hypnotic. J.D. wore faded jeans that seemed to lovingly adhere to her every curve and a gray T-shirt that was damp in several places, obviously with her sweat.

      Construction had never looked so good.

      Something inside him stirred as he continued to watch her work.

      One final swing and she broke apart the last of the cabinets. Now the mess just needed to be hauled away. The kitchen was gutted, barren, like the aftermath of a hurricane. He assumed the rebuilding would begin tomorrow. He’d never gotten around to picking out his new appliances. He’d left that entirely up to J.D. A small part of him couldn’t help wondering if perhaps that had been a mistake.

      She had muscles, he realized as he stared at the way they moved and flexed.

      Damn, he was turned on. What was that all about? Yes, she was an attractive woman, but this went beyond just acknowledgement of that fact.

      He was working too hard, he told himself. And his brain was tired.

      Janice sensed his presence a moment before she retired the sledgehammer. Every single muscle in her body ached from exhaustion. One more swing and she would have dropped the hammer. Her hands couldn’t hold on to the handle for another second.

      She glanced up in his direction just as she wiped more perspiration from her brow with the back of her wrist. He was looking at the rubble.

      “Pretty awful, isn’t it?” she commented, guessing at what had to be going through his brain. Right about now, Zabelle probably couldn’t envision that this chaos would, in the end, give way to something really nice.

      Philippe nodded. “Yeah, that’s why I’m here.”

      She didn’t follow him and wondered if eccentricity ran in the family. His mother had all but commandeered her last week when they’d first met, absorbing much of her afternoon. The woman seemed absolutely taken with her daughter and since both Kelli and Lily shared a love of art, she had seen that as a good thing.

      But there was no denying that Lily Moreau was not your ordinary woman by any stretch of the imagination. She took getting used to. And indulging.

      She wouldn’t have said that about Philippe, but then, she really didn’t know him that well. One prolonged shopping trip did not exactly make her privy to his soul.

      “All right,” Janice replied, drawing out the words and hoping that Philippe would fill in the blanks.

      He picked up a kitchen towel that was tossed on the table. Rather than offer it to her, he wiped away the line of perspiration that had plastered her hair to her forehead.

      His hand moved in short, sure strokes along her forehead.

      Their eyes met. He took a breath, realizing that his brain had vacated the premises. “I think I made a mistake.”

      “On your work?” she guessed. Having him this close was scrambling her insides. Either that or there was a sudden lack of air in the room.

      He moved his head slowly from side to side, still gazing into her eyes. They were almost a hypnotic blue, he thought. “On yours.”

      “You might find you need to write in code, but talking in it is wasted on me. You’re going to have to explain what you just said.”

      He seemed surprised. Belatedly, he dropped his hand and the towel to his side. “You know about binary code?”

      She didn’t see what the big deal was. After all, it wasn’t as if she’d just solved the space/time continuum problem.

      “I’ve got three-quarters of a B.A.,” she reminded him, although she really didn’t expect him to remember. Her educational background had been on her résumé and references.

      To her surprise, Philippe did remember. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, how does someone get just three-quarters of a degree?”

      That was a sore point for her, but one she needed to face. “You do it by dropping out in your senior year before taking any tests.”

      So near and yet so far, he thought, shaking his head. “If you were that close, why didn’t you stay?” It made no sense to him. He went to lean against a counter and stopped himself just in time. Another second and he would have been sitting on the floor—beside the rubble she had created.

      “Because I was going to be that big.” Fingers almost touching, she held them out as far as she could before her very thin, very flat stomach. “I was pregnant at the time with Kelli.”

      “Why didn’t you go back once she was born?”

      She managed to hold at bay the sadness that always came whenever she thought of that period of her life. “Because by then, I was a widow and Kelli needed to live somewhere other than inside a cardboard box.” She took a breath. This didn’t have anything to do with the reason she was hired. She had no idea why she was playing true confessions with this man.

      “Still, I think you should go back and get your degree.”

      “I intend to one day, when life gets a little more comfortable.”

      He wondered at her definition of comfortable. Philippe reminded himself of the reason he’d come in search of her and scanned the gutted room. From where he stood, it looked close to hopeless. “How much longer?”

      She took off her gloves and flexed her hands. Her palms still ached from gripping the sledgehammer. “Until what?”

      Philippe turned back to look at her. “Until you’re done.”

      “With the kitchen?” She refrained from reminding him that everything had already been spelled out in the contract, including dates. She watched him shifting his weight from foot to foot. He seemed restless.

      That made two of them.

      “No, done done,” he emphasized. “With everything,” he added when she didn’t answer.

      Because she loved her job, Janice worked fast but there was only so much she could do alone. Besides, the job was dependent on other people as well, people who had to get back to her with the necessary items she ordered, like the rock quarry that was going to be delivering the granite slab Philippe had ordered. She couldn’t move ahead and install the sink until the counter arrived. As for the maple cabinets she’d ordered for him, they were due at the beginning of next week. She crossed her fingers СКАЧАТЬ