His hoodie rested on the porch as now the sun was hitting the front lawn in full. Sweat soaked his shirt, his brow, and he swiped damp hair from his forehead.She hadn’t been wearing a ring. No sign of a boyfriend. Wouldn’t that just be the fucking coincidence: he planned to leave, and she showed up single.Not like he’d stand a chance anyway.She hadn’t mentioned what she did for a living, but she managed to afford waterfront property—had to be good money. Smart and classy—that was the Nia he remembered. Not someone who would go for a guy like him, and he mentally kicked himself for even entertaining the idea, as much as he wanted to. She’d been polite and pleasant before returning to the house and he’d tried not to stare at the swell of her hips, the curve of her ass in skinny jeans. He felt like a sixteen-year-old again and it sucked.Stop thinking. Get working. He even felt like shit at the thought of her paying him to work—he’d do it free in a heartbeat. Best not to waste her time.
