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“Have you ever used a band saw?”
Vivian shakes her head.
“Would you like to try? I can show you how.”
She nods, and I can tell by her expression she’s not nodding about using the stupid band saw. “I’d love to.”
She spins around to face it and I walk over to my workbench and grab a pair of safety glasses and some gloves for her. When I return, I hand her the gloves. “Here, let me help you,” I murmur, tucking her hair behind her ears and placing the glasses on her. They’re too big for her face, but somehow she still looks gorgeous in them.
We stare at each other and we’re right back where we were two nights ago, all the feelings and desires bubbling to the surface. She turns away from me. “How do we use this?”
I pick the saw up off the work bench and hand it to her. “It’s pretty heavy.”
“Oof, yeah.”
Positioning myself behind her, I put my hands over top of hers. “You don’t have to worry about accidentally starting it up. It’s got a safety trigger. Now, line up the blade with the mark I made on the plank.”
She does as I said.
“Good job. Now, when you start to make the cut, you don’t have to push on it. The weight of the saw will do the work for you. You’re just there to guide it through, nice and straight. You ready?”
She nods, her back pressing against my chest in a way that has me totally distracted. I take a deep breath, only to smell her vanilla shampoo. “Okay, I’m going to turn it on now.”
“I’m ready,” she answers in a breathy tone.
I keep my hands in place on top of hers while she makes the cut, then shut off the machine and lift the saw out of her hands. “See? Easy peasy. Anyone can build things.”
Vivian turns to me, taking off her gloves and the glasses. “Maybe with you as their teacher.”
She reaches up and takes off my glasses, then removes my gloves. I watch, totally mesmerized by her. “Why’d you come out here, Viv?”
“I’d like to bring a little something back from New York for Henry and I wanted to see if you might have some ideas,” she says, taking one step so she’s dangerously close to me.
“Oh, anything at all. He’s not picky.” I swallow hard, then add, “Just make sure you come back because he’ll be devastated if you don’t.”
“I’ll come back,” she says. “I promise.”
“Good.”
She closes her eyes and lifts herself onto her tippy toes so our mouths are perfectly lined up.
Every muscle in my body tenses and pumps with lust while an alarm bell goes off in my head. “What are we doing here?” I whisper, knowing I have to say something to put a stop to what I know is about to happen.
“I don’t know, but I can’t seem to stop myself.”
“I can’t either,” I tell her, lowering my face to hers. “But I think we have to.”
“I know we do,” she whispers, brushing her lips against mine.
