“Need some help?” Rebecca turned around and he could not help the grin the tugged at his lips. Her hair was a mess, her face was smudged with dirt and plumber’s grease, but her eyes shimmered in the dim light, and her genuine smile at seeing him lit up the whole room. “Yes,” she said. “I’m not proud. It’s this one fitting here, I think. I just can’t get it tight enough.” Kane crouched down, ignoring the close proximity and the scent of Dove it brought with it, and took a look while she held the flashlight over his shoulder. With one or two twists he had the matter resolved. “Thanks,” she said, regarding his muscular arms with a blatant appreciation that had him fighting the urge to preen and flex. “I’ve been working on that for an hour.” “You missed your calling,” he said easily. “You’d make one hell of a plumber. If you’d had a longer wrench with better leverage, you would have nailed it.” Rebecca grinned at the praise, then suddenly seemed to realize how she must look. She attempted to brush some of the dirt and cobwebs off of her, but only resulted in smudging herself more. Kane couldn’t completely withhold his smile.
