Dale and Ben had already gathered up their things and headed out for the night, slapping Will on the back as they went and nodding with courteous ma’ams for her. Will didn’t have any more stuff than the others, but he took his time with each and every tool, lingering. She didn’t mind. She’d love nothing more than to find some excuse for him to stay. She had a good idea what she would do when he left. Her stupid guilt over the conversation with Daniel would return and she’d call him back. If he took her call, in her current mood, she’d probably end up agreeing to move to Los Angeles after all—or breaking things off entirely. Will would be the perfect distraction, but he’d already helped her remove all the dust covers from the furniture and she didn’t have any more tasks for him. He probably had plans anyway. A girlfriend waiting for him. A sexy dinner date waiting. He stood finally, picking up his tool bag. “Well, I guess I should—” “Do you want some pizza?” she almost shouted, then blushed at the volume.
