Designated Hitter (Reedsville Roosters Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

semblance of grace.
    Quinn glanced over his shoulder, brow furrowed.
    “Sorry,” she said. “Forgot where I was for a moment.”
    “You’re so used to seeing men down on hands and knees? Where do you hang out besides houses with outdated decor filled with day laborers?”
    She smiled to suppress a cringe. “Nowhere interesting.” Nowhere you need to know about . The last thing she needed was to think about Quinn bound and gagged and utterly submissive.
    Her pussy gave an entreating clench anyway. Quinn, silent and waiting? The thought would have elicited wet dreams from even the most staunchly celibate of women, and at the moment, Marina probably qualified pretty well for that category. She hadn’t wanted to play lately.
    He bobbed his eyebrows and faced the corner again. “I saw some mold down in this corner.”
    “Don’t cuss at me, Quinn.”
    He chuckled, and sat back on his heels. “Mold’s one of those bad four-letter words, huh? Yeah, I reckon you wouldn’t want to have to deal with it in a fast flip like this, but it’s there.”
    “How much?”
    He grunted and stood. “Not much. Washer hose got loose or something and water puddled because of it. The water was probably left down there long enough that it seeped beneath the trim. The humidity here keeps water from evaporating fast enough that it won’t do any damage.”
    “Just that corner, then?”
    “Yeah, it’s not extensive. Looks like it’s just the two edges of the trim and the particleboard of the subfloor. In a room this small, that’s an easy fix.”
    “That’s what everyone says when there’s a problem.” And that fixing it was easy…with the right amount of money.
    She gnawed on the inside of her cheek and visualized the project calendar.
    They can probably do this room last. If push comes to shove, I’ll lay down the tiles and paint in here myself.
    She looked at Quinn, who seemed to be waiting expectantly. She could get used to that, and mentally scolded herself for even thinking it. There was no way in hell she was keeping Quinn, even if he did appear to be pretty handy to have around. That didn’t negate the fact that he was still walking, talking trouble.
    “You’re thinking too hard,” he said with another chuckle. “Really. It’s got to be fixed, but it’s not that bad. Anyone could do it.”
    “Do you know how to fix it?”
    “Yeah. Ranch hands pick up all sorts of useful skills when they’re not tending the herds. Done more than enough construction work off ranches, too. Whatever was paying the best at the time was what I did.”
    “You get around, huh?”
    He drew in a long breath and jammed his hands into the pockets of his khakis. “Don’t have a choice. Gotta work. Got bills to pay.”
    “Shouldn’t you—” She clamped her lips on the question and stepped out of the cramped room. His financial situation was none of her business. “Do you want lunch? It sounds like everyone has taken a break for it. You might as well, too.”
    “I want to finish this. I hate leaving projects undone when they could be finished in a few hours.”
    She turned her back to him and stared at the hallway wall so she didn’t have to keep trying so hard to keep the looks of surprise off her face. Either the guy wasn’t the lazy layabout she’d thought he was, or he was doing a damned good job of pulling the wool over her eyes. She really hoped the latter wasn’t the case. If he turned out to be a dud, she’d probably put off her plans of hiring the project manager she needed. It was so hard to trust people after her ex Zach’s childish antics.
    Don’t think about him. Thoughts of him were just going to get her flustered and angry, and she didn’t want to lash out at people about past transgressions they had nothing to do with.
    “You’ve got to get supplies, don’t you?” she asked, and turned to face him again.
    “I’ll go get them now and run back.”
    “I’ve got an account at the building supply store, but