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“There arewith one of his feet in greeting, and I try not to stare up at hiet packed, and I have lots of et my note, Tasha?” When she does not look up from her phone, Beck clears his throat in anticipation of a response
“Yeah, Dad I transferred laundry, checked our pantry, and updated the grocery list for the delivery guys” It must be nice to be as rich as they are I mean, my family is beyond comfortable, but Tasha and her dad have the money to vacation anywhere they want, have a housekeeper, and get their groceries delivered for the rare ti takeout Their housekeeper doubled as a nanny growing up, so she has always been randma than a maid, even toback?” Beck asks es of what it would be like to be on ht than an immediate, cliché response He knows me, or knew me, better than that When aveto say their farewells He was the one who looked the other hen Tasha and I raided his liquor cabinet, as long as we did it in
“It’s hard after living on my own I didn’t think I’d be back here forup on the board, it slides into his leg, and I findon Beck to findonto hiood as I re phone has all three of us patting our pockets to find whose is responsible Tasha looks at her screen and then locks eyes withher silent plea I know she expects me to take one for the tea this I’et it If only Tasha kneher hottie of a dad’s eyes focused on me By suffer, I mean that ache inside while I try not to have e’s futon in the time it takes Tasha to take her call…
She bats her lashes at ainst her chest as she bounces from foot to foot Desperation and the passion of new love have changed her It is heartwar to see her so wrapped up in someone
“You oweup at Beck, I ask hi ready for a business trip” As soon as he turns his attention tous alone I hope ten h; I don’t know if I can trust er than that
I slide back underas he tellsa ship soe
“You alere good with your hands” I can’t stop the teasing huskiness tocheeks are out of his vieould love to see if he is as good with his hands in person as he has been in my dreams for the past decade
“Beck, can you hand me another of the mirror plates fro it before I grab the screws I’ll need to hold it in place I scoot further back so that I’m in position and hold out ers with lass into my palm For a wealthy CEO, he has not lost the hands of a man orked his way to the top
“Would it be rude ofto be?” Beck’s voice is rich with his smile, and I ner
My fingers close around the grip of the electric screwdriver, and I fight to get thisit ‘Disco ball, deconstructed’ Now, though, I a more towards ‘Eye of the Beholder’ With theabout how you see yourself is different than others do, because reflection and…” I trail off, having lost ht as Beck strips off his jacket His biceps strain the fabric of his button-down