Tool Belt Defender

Tool Belt Defender
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Книга "Tool Belt Defender", авторами которой являются Carla Cassidy}, Литагент HarperCollins EUR, представляет собой захватывающую работу в жанре Зарубежные детективы. В этом произведении автор рассказывает увлекательную историю, которая не оставит равнодушными читателей.

Автор мастерски воссоздает атмосферу напряженности и интриги, погружая читателя в мир загадок и тайн, который скрывается за хрупкой поверхностью обыденности. С прекрасным чувством языка и виртуозностью сюжетного развития, Carla Cassidy позволяет читателю погрузиться в сложные эмоциональные переживания героев и проникнуться их судьбами. Cassidy настолько живо и точно передает неповторимые нюансы человеческой психологии, что каждая страница книги становится путешествием в глубины человеческой души.

"Tool Belt Defender" - это не только захватывающая история, но и искусство, проникнутое глубокими мыслями и философскими размышлениями. Это произведение призвано вызвать у читателя эмоциональные отклики, задуматься о важных жизненных вопросах и открыть новые горизонты восприятия мира.

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Tool Belt Defender

Carla Cassidy


www.millsandboon.co.uk

This book is dedicated to my very own tool

belt defender, Frank. After all these years you still know exactly what tool to use to keep me feeling safe and protected and loved. Thank you and I love you.

Chapter 1

He was a hot hunk in a tight white T-shirt, a pair of worn jeans and a tool belt riding low on his lean hips. He was nothing like what Brittany Grayson had expected.

When she’d called Chad Warren, one of the local carpenters in the small town of Black Rock, Kansas, to see about him building a deck on the back of her house, he’d told her he was already booked for the spring but would send an old college friend of his who had recently moved to town.

Chad was a good old boy, fifty pounds overweight, who believed beer pong should be a nationally recognized sport. It was silly, but she’d just assumed his college buddy would be like him. But the man standing on her front porch didn’t look like a peer of Chad’s; rather he looked as if he’d stepped off the slick pages of some hot-hunk calendar.

“Brittany?” His voice was deep and pleasant and made her realize she’d been staring at him open-mouthed through the screen door.

“Yes, I’m Brittany and you must be …” Her mind suddenly went blank.

“Alex. Alex Crawford, Chad’s friend. You called him about a deck?”

“Yes, I did.” She hesitated before opening the screen door to allow him inside. There had been no men except for her brothers inside her home since she’d moved back in a little over a month ago.

As she unlocked the screen, she realized she wasn’t quite ready yet to allow a stranger inside, especially a male stranger. Instead she stepped outside where the late April sun was warm and the air smelled of newly bloomed flowers.

“It’s nice to meet you, Alex. Let’s walk around back and I’ll show you what I have in mind,” she said. She frowned as she realized there was no car in her driveway. “Did you walk here?” she asked.

His eyes were a warm blue that stood out against his tanned face and were complemented by his slightly shaggy dark hair. “I live three doors up.” He pointed up the street to the Walker home that had been on the market for a while.

“How long have you lived there?”

“I moved in about six weeks ago,” he replied as they walked around the side of the house toward the back.

That explained why she didn’t know the Walkers had moved out and Mr. Hardbody had moved in. Six weeks ago she’d still been living at her brother Benjamin’s house trying to heal from the trauma she’d lived through.

As they reached the backyard she motioned toward the small broken brick patio that existed just outside the back door. “What I’d like is a wooden deck big enough to hold a barbecue pit and an umbrella table and maybe some plants and, of course, lots and lots of people.”

He nodded and pulled a tape measure from his tool belt. “An outdoor entertainment area,” he said.

“Exactly,” she replied and watched as he began to walk the site. The last thing Brittany had wanted to think about over the past eight months of her life was men. But looking at Alex Crawford definitely gave her a slight flutter of pure feminine pleasure.

When she’d been held captive by a serial killer for four long months, she’d spent her time thinking about all the things she would do if she escaped, if she managed to live.

She hadn’t fantasized about love or having babies. She hadn’t thought about men or hot sex. Rather she’d thought about a deck where she could invite all her friends and family to share good times with her. And now she was finally going to see those fantasies come to fruition.

“I’d say what you want is about eighteen by twenty-four,” Alex said as the tape measure zipped back into its metal case.

“And I’d like a railing around it with an opening to step down into the yard,” she said.

He nodded and smiled. “I can do that.”

The man had a smile with the capacity to stop time. A wave of warmth washed over Brittany as she tried to stay focused on the matter at hand. “How long will it take?”

He frowned, the gesture doing nothing to detract from his attractiveness. “It will take maybe a week once we get started. I work weekdays from about eight in the morning until about three-thirty and I have a couple of young men who help out, but I don’t work on the weekends.”

Probably he took the weekends to spend with his family, she thought. A man who looked like Alex Crawford probably had a wife who looked like a supermodel. “So, you’ll call me with a bid?”

“If you give me just a few minutes I’ll have a bid for you now.” He pulled out a small pad and a pencil.

His dark hair shone richly in the overhead sunlight and Brittany suddenly felt the need to get some distance from him. “Why don’t I go get us each a glass of lemonade?” she suggested.

He looked up and smiled again and another rivulet of warmth swept through her. “That sounds great.”

She escaped back into the house and went through the living room to the kitchen. For a moment she stood at the window and watched him as he once again walked off the area where the deck would be built.



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