The Throwbacks, Excerpt # 28

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Chapter 15

They walked into his townhouse to the sound of some type of loud machinery, some clanking of pipes and several men shouting, cussing and otherwise carrying on.  David banged the door closed and preceded Grace into the hall toward the bathroom, motioning for her to stay put.  He shouted to the men, announcing his presence and some of the noise stopped.  One of the men followed him back down the hall where they found  Grace sitting on the bar stool at the kitchen counter with a perky smile on her face and one long shapely leg crossed over the other.

“Hi Franky.  How’s the job going?”

“On schedule.  We start on the kitchen tomorrow.  Should be out in two days,” Franky said. 

David didn’t know how Franky found the strength to tear his eyes from the vision of Grace, but he did and turned to David.  “Can you find somewhere else to stay until then or will you be back to sleep here at night?  I can have the fellers clean up a bit for you and turn the water on at night for the kitchen faucet…”

“No, that won’t be necessary.”  He looked at Grace with anticipation showing on his face.

“Mr. Young has a place to stay,” she confirmed.  She glanced at David and then caught him up in the pull of her gaze.  Franky looked back and forth between them.  It was not David’s imagination that the very air had become heavy with anticipation.

“OK then.  I’ll get back to work,” Franky said and took off back down the hall.

“I uh need to check…” Grace said and slid from the stool, still with her eyes on him.  He nodded and watched the sway of her shapely hips as she walked down the hall.  He didn’t know what she was checking—probably something to do with decorating—brilliant detective work he chided himself.  He used the moment to reign himself back in and resolved to sleep on her couch no matter what.

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