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“Shit, what did Sam do to put you in such an evil mood? You’re not normally this big of a dick; it must’ve been extreme.” Kevin didn’t answer the rhetorical question, so with the gong still echoing in his ears, Wade amended his previous answer. “I’m fine to drive. Where do you need me to go?”

Sighing, Kevin watched the rain fill the concrete forms where the circular driveway and sidewalk were supposed to be poured today. As foreman, Wade oversaw the day-to-day operations of specific Mazze Builders’ projects, while Kevin took care of the big-picture items on all Mazze Builders’ jobs. Because of his busy schedule, Kevin didn’t get many opportunities to play in the dirt. He’d been looking forward to helping Wade finish up the last few items on their punch list so they could get The Chesapeake—Mazze Builders’ latest golf course community—open.

Mother Nature, however, had other plans. Regardless of their time crunch and the need to finish the concrete work so Wade could get their Certificate of Occupancy, they weren’t finishing today. The only thing currently on Wade’s agenda was finishing up last week’s paperwork so Marianne, Kevin’s sister and Mazze Builders’ office manager, could do payroll. After that, he was headed home for a much-needed nap.

“Since we’re obviously not moving forward here today, I need you to go over to The Bellamy and help Callie finish the staging in the clubhouse. The open house is next week. At least we can get one property up and running and generating revenue.”

Hearing Callie’s name caused Wade to stiffen as if he’d been hit by an all-over body cramp. The last thing he wanted to do, today or any other day, was work with the uptight princess again. The first time they worked together, she made it clear he was far beneath her station in life. She successfully managed to make one of the worst periods of Wade’s life—the week following his broken engagement—nearly unbearable.

God, it had been over a year, but he still remembered it like it was yesterday. Salt in open wounds tended to leave a long-lasting impression. They’d been in the final stages of the Vanguard development—Wade’s first job as foreman—and as a favor to a client, Kevin brought Callie in for an interview. She suggested ways to stage the clubhouse and sales office for their grand opening, and, just his shitty luck, Kevin and Marianne loved her ideas.

They hired her on the spot and the next thing he knew, he was working with a clone of his ex. Not only did she physically resemble Miranda, but she had an identical attitude—that of a spoiled-rotten, self-absorbed daddy’s girl. She treated him like a set of hands, arms, and legs that were great for moving furniture, but he had nothing above the neck worth paying attention to. As far as she was concerned, he was the puppet, there to serve her every need, and she was the master. The craziest part was she didn’t even seem to enjoy pulling the damned strings. She was one of the most uptight individuals he’d ever met, and if he never had to work with her again, it would be too soon.

His throat clogged with a million arguments as to why he couldn’t go, but he pressed his lips together and held them in check. His and Kevin’s personal relationship often entailed a lot of joking, much like this morning, and Kevin was the brother he never had. But Kevin was also his boss, and Wade had a ton of respect for the guy. For that reason, he kept his bitter comments locked behind sealed lips.

He considered calling one of his crewmen to go do Callie’s bidding, but they’d all worked a ton of overtime and weekends lately and were enjoying a rare day off. He couldn’t bring himself to shit on their parade, just to save himself a little discomfort. He looked at his watch.
Eight thirty.
She probably hadn’t even rolled out of her pedestal bed yet, so hopefully he’d have time for another pot of coffee and a greasy meal before dancing with the devil. “What time do I need to be there?”

Kevin grinned and shoved to his feet. “As soon as you can. Callie’s on her way now.”

The coffee—or maybe the dregs of the moonshine—bubbled up. He glanced at the papers on his desk, then curled his lip in what he hoped projected a relaxed smile and positive attitude. “Okay. I’ll get these timecards signed and over to Marianne, then head that way.”

“Good.” Kevin paused with his hand on the door handle and glanced over his shoulder. His normal laidback, happy-go-lucky demeanor melted into an uncharacteristically serious glare. “Be nice to Callie.”

Huh?

Kevin’s tone was flat and sharp as a knife’s edge. “I know she favors her, but she’s not Miranda. She’s actually a sweet girl, and you need to stop being an ass.” As an exclamation point to the directive, he stomped down the steps and let the door slam shut behind him like a warning shot.

Wade wanted to yell out the window that there wasn’t anything sweet about Callie Holden, but rather than act like a toddler trying to get in the last word against a scolding parent, he took off his favorite Georgia Bulldogs cap and ran his free hand over the top of his head.

After their last dance, rather than being a little bitch and running off to tell Kevin Callie should be named Cruella, he kept his head down, did his job, and focused on their mutual goal of getting the property ready to open. And after they finished the project, he made sure he never had to deal with her again.

Until today.

“Fine,” he growled to the empty space around him.

He’d been through worse and survived. At least this time, he wasn’t trying to keep the pieces of his obliterated heart from falling out of his chest while working, so he could go in, get shit done, and get out. He didn’t know how much she’d already finished, but he thought she’d been working there for a couple of days. With any luck, he’d be done by lunch and headed home for his much-needed nap.

Chapter Two

C
allie Holden chewed on a sliver of fingernail and watched the rain slide down the oval clubhouse window in a solid sheet. It reminded her of her favorite wall fountain at the country club, the one she loved to stare at while the water carried her imagination to far off places and into endless dreams.

Except the torrential rain beating against the window wasn’t nearly as peaceful as the tranquil fountain.

And neither was the scene beyond it.

Wade Neumann sat in his truck, cell phone gripped in one hand while the other cut violent slashes through the air. He’d been sitting there for ten minutes, and the longer he talked, the more agitated and animated he became. Which in turn caused her to become exponentially more nervous and unsettled.

Kevin’s offer to send someone over to help her unpack the shipping crates and place the new furniture had brightened her gloomy mood. But when she looked out the window and saw the Beast, panic clawed at her insides, urging her to run for her life. She’d actually considered turning off the lights, locking the door, and hiding in a closet so he’d think no one was home and go away.

A little fog circle appeared on the glass as she blew out a puff of breath. While taking evasive action held a lot of appeal, that was the old Callie’s way of doing things. The new Callie, or at least the woman she wanted to become, didn’t run. She met difficulties head-on and dealt with them in a mature, responsible way.

A small part of her brain suggested she ditch the new plan for today and start again tomorrow, especially when he climbed from the cab of the truck and slammed the door with enough force to rock the entire vehicle. She could swear the concrete sidewalk buckled under the weight of his boots as he stormed toward the sales office front door.

Sweat broke out under her arms and across the back of her neck as she shrank back from the glass. This had the potential to be bad—very, very bad—but she refused to show her fear. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she squared her shoulders, grabbed a pen, and began making unintelligible notes on one of the packing slips attached to the furniture crate. A burst of cold air rushed into the lobby ahead of him, sending a shiver down her spine and splintering her resolve to appear unperturbed by his presence.

His imposing size and rugged alpha vibe always reminded her of a wild animal. Since their first meeting, she had the sense their boss, Kevin, was one of the few people who could keep Wade in check. However, she also believed were they a pack of wolves, Kevin only remained in charge because Wade never challenged him.

He blinked a couple of times against the bright overhead lighting, then squeezed his eyes shut and retrieved a pair of sunglasses from his coat pocket. After slipping them on, he lowered his forehead in what might have been construed as a nod. “Morning.”

Based on the way his eyes and mouth remained pinched at the corners, she assumed he had a severe headache and the sunglasses weren’t blocking enough light to make him comfortable. She dashed across the expansive lobby, zigzagging through wooden crates and random pieces of furniture and flipped off the light switch, plunging them into semi-darkness.

Working with the Beast was scary, especially given the way things had gone their first time working together. Working with a wounded beast was unacceptable. She’d rather quit her job than get eaten, so if knocking out the lights didn’t help, she was outta here.

“Is that better?” she asked in a calm, soothing voice, like one would use when trying to approach a snarling stray.

The darkness seemed to ease some of his pain, but as she spoke, his brows dipped into a sharp, scowling V. Okay, that wasn’t the reaction she’d been going for.

His answer was slow in coming, like he had to think about it, but eventually he said, “Yeah.” After a brief pause, he added a terse, “Thanks.”

She couldn’t see through his dark glasses in the dim light, but she had the feeling he was closely watching her—
like a lion stalking a gazelle before the kill—
and without conscious thought, she found herself sidestepping to her left and positioning one of the larger crates between them.

She hated the deep resentment and dislike Wade harbored for her, but she understood his reasoning. The first and only time they worked together hadn’t been pleasant for either of them.

It had been her first job with Mazze Builders—her first job, ever—and Kevin had given her specific instructions:
Work Wade like a dog. Keep him busy. Don’t give him so much as a second to think or get all up in his head.
He hadn’t given her an explanation as to why he wanted Wade worked so hard, but one look at Wade’s hollow, nearly dead eyes told her all she needed to know.

Someone had not just broken his heart, but left him shattered.

In retrospective, she wished she’d taken a different approach and tried talking to Wade as someone who’d also suffered devastating losses. But she hadn’t.

Since then, whenever they passed in the office, she’d had to endure his sidelong glares filled with contempt and a snarling lip. God only knows what he said about her when she wasn’t around. It had been over a year since that time, and she’d often contemplated approaching him to try and clear the air. But she always chickened out, and rather than address the issue head-on, she maintained a safe distance and avoided eye contact.

His current state of health indicated this definitely wasn’t the time to try and explain herself, so the old Callie stepped forward and took the reins. “If you don’t feel well, why don’t you go home? I can take care of this by myself.”

He took a deep breath, then sighed. “I’d love nothing more, but no can do. Kevin gave me specific orders, and besides”—he tossed a large paw, errr… hand in the air and waved off her concern—“it’s self-induced. I deserve to feel like hell.”

“Ohhh…” A wave of compassionate understanding propelled her to leave the safety of the crate and head for her purse. “I can help with that.”

She gave him a sidelong glance and smiled, then reached into her bag for her emergency bottle of Dramamine. Since it had been recently used—as in the past hour—it was right on top. She also snatched up her half-full forty-eight ounce strawberry Gatorade sitting next to her bag, then crossed back to where he stood, flat-footed, a look of bewilderment on his face.

“This will help rehydrate you. I don’t have an unopened bottle, but I don’t have cooties, so you’re safe drinking after me.”

His eyebrow lifted and his lip twitched as he took the Gatorade from her. When he didn’t reach for the Dramamine tablets, she grabbed his thick wrist and twisted so his hand went palm up.

She was completely unprepared for the effect of the touch and their close proximity. Standing inches away, staring at his chest, she was shocked to realize how big he really was. And he smelled incredible. Nothing like a wild animal… very much like a virile male.

Despite her better judgment and the awkwardness created, she leaned forward and drew in a breath, pulling more of his woodsy scent deep into her lungs. His body heat pushing against her, the weight of his hand in hers, and his intoxicating scent mingled together to make her a little lightheaded and a lot overwhelmed.

A primal pulse rose from her core, urging her to step forward and slide her free hand along the solid wall of his chest. But before she embarrassed herself further with her unwanted advances, she dumped the tablets into his palm and took one… two… three steps back. She wasn’t far enough away to escape his heady scent or to cool the tropical heat building around her neck, but at least the distance kept her from sniffing him up like an exotic leather bag. Again.

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