Whoa, there. Time to remember his purpose, which was to help her off the roof, and then maybe, if he dared, apologize to her for his asshole behavior in high school.
They made quick work of the ladder, and at the bottom, Ryan picked up a blanket that someone had brought and left on the ground, and wrapped it around Lorelei.
“All’s well,” he said to Kyle. “I’ll help her back to the house while you get the ladder.”
“Sure thing, man.”
Ryan followed Lorelei around the side of the house to the back door. Once she was inside, she turned to face him, took off the blanket, and unceremoniously removed her jacket. He took them when she held the stuff out, and then his mouth went dry as he took in the sight of her stripping off her sweatshirt and grabbing a towel to dry off.
He watched as she toweled off, transfixed at the way her panties pressed against the flesh at the apex of her thighs and her nipples showed through the thin fabric of her wet pajama top. And before he lost all good sense, he shrugged on his raincoat again in the hope of hiding his growing erection.
She had a woman’s body now, with heavy breasts and a narrow waist, smooth skin and a shapely ass. She looked glorious there in her tiny white panties and pajama top, wet hair clinging to her cheeks and shoulders-not like any teenage fantasy he’d ever had, but like a totally grown-up one.
He would have loved to reach out and touch any part of her-hell, every part of her-to confirm that she was not a figment of his imagination. Then he’d pull her close and warm her against his naked body-
“Thanks,” she said. “You can go now.”
Right. Of course he could.
“I hope you’ll, um, wait until after the storm to do any further nailing of clothing to your roof.”
She grinned sheepishly. “I’ve got a leak. I was trying to cover it with a tarp.”
“Looks like you’ve got your hands full with this place, huh?”
“My mom let it fall into disrepair. She hasn’t lived here for years. I thought I could move in and renovate it, but, yeah, it’s turning into quite an ordeal.”
“I used to work construction-maybe I could help,” Ryan blurted before he could stop himself. What the hell was he thinking?
He wasn’t thinking, at least not with the head he should have been using. His brain was too clouded by erect nipples and wet panties to think clearly now.
“Oh. Wow, um, thanks, but I couldn’t ask that of you. I mean, maybe if you know any good contractors or carpenters or roofers, you could recommend someone?”
“Absolutely. But seriously, one of my hobbies is carpentry. It would be my pleasure to help-anytime.”
It occurred to him then that maybe while she was standing there in her wet panties wasn’t the best time to be having this conversation. There-a sensible thought.
She gave him an odd look.
Ryan felt his cheeks burning. God, all he was supposed to do was apologize, not try to insert himself into her life. Why was he being such an ass?
Because she was a beautiful, nearly naked woman, and he was a guy. It wasn’t any more complicated than that. Besides, she looked even hotter soaked with rain than she did dry.
He forced his mind off the wet-naked-Lorelei fantasy that was threatening to overcome him and back to reality.
“Listen, I know it’s late, and you’re cold, and I have to get back to work. Maybe we could talk about this later. I’d be happy to give you some names of people to call, if nothing else.”
“Sure, thanks. That would be great.”
“How about tomorrow? Will you be around for me to stop by?”
“It’s my day off.”
“Great, I’ll see you then,” he said, then turned and walked away before he said anything else stupid in the face of her panties.
He needed to get a grip. But dammit, he wanted her. His whole body was so pent-up with frustrated desire, his dick pressing against the front of his pants, his mouth parched…it was a minor miracle he hadn’t grabbed her and made love to her right then and there.
No, he wasn’t going to behave like a Neanderthal. Not again. Not when he had a chance to make things right. He’d help her with her house, if she’d let him, and when the time was right, he’d tell her how sorry he was for his behavior in high school. His self-respect depended on it-he couldn’t walk around in the world knowing he’d been a jerk without making amends for his actions.
That was it. He’d apologize, and all would be right in the world again.
He absolutely wasn’t going to sleep with her again. Well…not unless she really wanted to.
5
AS SHE WAITED for someone at Monroe Brothers Roofing to pick up the phone, Lorelei stared up at the growing water stain on the ceiling and muttered a curse. Living in a house should not be so hard. She was beginning to think the hut she’d lived in in Kenya had not been such a bad idea. At least when a thatched roof leaked, no one was surprised.
Finally the phone was picked up, but it was only a recorded voice explaining, “Monroe Brothers Roofing is currently unable to take on new roofing jobs for the immediate future, due to high demand for roof work. Please call us back in February if you need an estimate for new work. If you are a current customer-”
Lorelei hung up the phone and muttered a curse at the phone book. The other two roofing companies she’d already tried were not working during the winter months. She was beginning to feel as if she were starring in a bad movie version of her own life, in which the hapless, overeducated doctor meets her match in a house determined to fall down rather than be renovated.
Her brooding was interrupted by a knock at the door. As she went to answer it, she did a quick check in the mirror and saw that she hadn’t yet brushed her hair, and her face, untouched by makeup, bore the puffy, dark- circled evidence that she hadn’t slept much the night before.
Whatever. Anyone who dared to knock on her door at nine in the morning after an epic thunderstorm would get the frightful sight they deserved. It was probably a neighbor knocking to ask if she had electricity-the answer was no, she didn’t-or to tell her that some of her belongings/tree branches/whatever had blown into their yard and needed to be removed.
But the moment she jerked the door open, she regretted having answered it at all. Ryan Quinn stood on her doorstep, still wearing his uniform.
Him again. Was fate trying to beat her over the head with him or what? She said a silent
“Hi,” he said, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry to bother you so early-”
“I’ve been up for a while,” she said, cutting him off. She didn’t want to stand here engaging in niceties right now, not when she looked like this.
How was she supposed to conquer the ghosts of her past with bad hair and raccoon eyes?
Her gaze dropped to his hand, and the bouquet of red and yellow daisies he held. He presented them to her.
“These are for you,” he said.
“Oh,” she said dumbly, taking the bouquet. “What for?”
“Can I come in for just a minute?”
“I’m…kind of busy right now,” she said, torn between not wanting to be rude to her future conquest and not wanting him to get any more of a look at her poorly groomed self.
“Sorry, I just need a minute to talk to you. Please?”
He might have been the source of her worst teenage angst, but that was then, and right now, he looked so earnest, she couldn’t manage to feel the least bit cold and hostile.
