walking towards her new place.
“What made you decide on Surf Breeze?”
She shrugged her shoulders and easily matched his lazy pace. “My family vacationed here when I was young.” She looked off towards the dark water and vaguely remembered the last good time she’d had with her parents, before all the fighting and cheating had taken over their lives.
“Yeah, this place used to be something.” He glanced at her. “Going to be again soon. It’s starting to get there.” He smiled. “Course, I’ve had a huge hand in turning these places around, myself.”
She nodded. “That’s what your sister said.” She stopped in front of her place and nodded to him. “Well, what do you think?”
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His eyes roamed over her tight body and his mind was flooded with pictures of what he’d like to do with her, to her. Shaking his head clear, he forced his eyes and mind to focus on the empty building that stood in front of them. It needed a lot of work before any inspector would allow customers to set foot in there.
The front windows would need to be replaced. Maybe even enlarged so product could be shown to passersby. The awning and the old sign above it would have to go; even standing here he wondered what was keeping them up.
Shaking his head, he stopped her from walking towards the front door. “Those need to go.” He nodded above the door.
She stopped and looked up with a slight frown. When she nodded, her eyes slowly made their way down to their joined hands. He hadn’t realized he’d kept hold of her or how much he enjoyed feeling her cool, small hand in his.
Dropping her hand, he shoved his deep into his pocket to fight off the chill in the air and to keep himself from touching her again. “Is there a back door?”
She nodded and started walking to the side of the building. He followed her and tried not to wonder if the rest of her would feel as good as her hand had.
When they stepped into the place and she flipped on several lights, flooding the main floor with bright light, his mind changed gears.
The room was silent as he walked around and took mental notes of what would need to be done. Old carpet would need to be ripped out. A wall could be taken down to give the appearance of a larger space. Paint. New lighting.
All in all, it was a good space. Nothing he hadn’t transformed before. He’d have to officially sit down with her and go over her thoughts and plans for the space, but he had a few ideas swimming around in his mind.
The electrical and plumbing would have to be checked and updated. He knew that much from his experience working on the other buildings along the boardwalk.
There was a small staircase along the back wall that had been boarded off at the top, reminding him that she had living space upstairs that she’d mentioned needed some work.
When he was done assessing everything, Shelly was leaning against the back countertop, watching him.
“Don’t you need to take notes?” She rested her chin in her hands and watched him.
“No.” He shook his head and tapped his temple. “It’s all locked up here.”
“Well?” she said as she straightened and walked towards him. “What do you think?”
He smiled and moved closer to her. “I think there’s a lot to do here before you can open your doors.”
“I know that.” She frowned a little. “But do you think you can handle it?”
He chuckled. “Lady, I can handle anything.” He glanced around again. “We’ll need to go over exactly what it is you want in here first, but I can work up an estimate and have it to you by tomorrow afternoon.” He started walking towards the back door and then turned towards her again. “Use this door instead of the front one until I can have my men come tomorrow and take down the sign and awning out front. It’s a hazard.” He shook his head.
“Wait,” she called after him and rushed towards him. “I’d like to see the estimate before I agree to…”
He stopped her and shook