Not as annoying as the general contractors I've met with. Being home is a horrid haunting feeling. I swear at every moment I can feel Whit's eyes on me. Out of the corner of my eye I swear I see movement. My hair on my arm raises. I should have picked somewhere else to meet with the contractors. Sitting in the window of the coffee shop with Luke, the contractor I'm gonna hire, feels too vulnerable. There are windows straight across the entire front wall. I ignore the feeling and look back at Luke. He makes me smile. I am definitely hiring him. Partly because he is sexy and partly because he restored an old house a few streets over from mine, and he did a great job. He has the pictures spread across the wooden table. I glance over them and force my brain to focus on the moldings and finery. "Well this is some work, Luke." I mutter. He grins and I try not to let my mouth water. I force my eyes back to the windows. The parking lot is dark but I swear I see his dark eyes through the window.
