Page 4 of Kissed By The Lumberjack
"You've got nowhere to stay." I should not be enjoying this. I should not be noticing the way her lips part when she's frustrated, or the fact that she smells like coffee and something floral. "Came all the way out here to shut me down, and you didn't even book a room."
"I'm not here to shut you down. I'm here to ensure compliance with?—"
"Sure." I pull off my work gloves, tucking them in my back pocket. "Office is unlocked. Records from the last three years are in the filing cabinet. You can start there while I figure out what to do with you."
"Do with me?"
I'm already walking toward the main building. "Can't have the county's compliance officer sleeping in her truck, can I?"
"I wasn't going to?—"
"Ms. Cafferty." I stop. Turn back. She's standing in the same spot, clipboard clutched to her chest like armor, the afternoon sun catching the red in her hair. My throat goes dry. "Welcome to Whisper Vale. Try not to destroy my livelihood before dinner."
I head inside before she can respond. Before I can do something stupid like offer her a place to stay. Before I cannotice anything else about the way she looks at me, all fire and stubborn pride.
She came here to ruin me.
So why the hell can't I stop thinking about her mouth?
