Sneak Peak: What Happens at the Lake – Vi Keeland

And it pissed me off.

Plus, I was tired from a shitty night’s sleep. I’d tossed and turned thinking about Little Miss Home Improvement wearing nothing but a pair of denim short overalls and work boots—no shirt, no socks, definitely no bra or underwear.

Josie hopped down from the last two steps on the ladder. “Can I ask you something?”

“What?”

“Are you always this grumpy in the morning?”

“I’m not grumpy.”

“No? So this is what? Your idea of a sparkling personality? I asked if your coffee was okay, and you grunted at me.”

“That wasn’t a grunt. That was a yes.”

Josie made a short, deep noise that sounded like a pig.

I arched a brow. “Is that supposed to be me?”

She made the sound again, this time adding some monkeylike arm movements and jumping around. “Gronk.”

“Cute.”

She jumped again. “Gronk. Gronk.”

I tried not to react, but she was just too damn adorable.

Josie pointed at my face. “There it is again. The elusive Mr. Grumpy Pants smile. It’s kind of…dare I say…nice.” She made an exaggerated gasping sound and covered her mouth. “Oh no. I hope it’s not too painful.”

“Alright, wiseass. I get the point. How about you take your oinking ass out front and grab one of the small two by fours I left on the porch? I’ll show you how to make an easy support to hold up the drywall while it gets screwed into the ceiling.”

Josie strutted to the door. The woman was wearing a white tank top and long, pale pink, flowy skirt to do construction. It looked like she was going on a picnic date, rather than hanging sheetrock—though the tank top hugged her in all the right places, and there was something about her collarbone that I couldn’t drag my eyes away from. She bent to pick up the wood out front, and the top of her tank gaped open, giving me a clear view down her shirt. I forced my head in the other direction, though my eyes managed to slant and continue looking.

“Jesus Christ,” I grumbled to myself. “I need to get the fu¢k out of here.”