Not yet.
"Did you get anything looked at yet?"
She looked at me, her soft red lips parted slightly. I shifted in my seat, my hard on rubbing against my jeans uncomfortably. There was something about that pouty bottom lip that made me want to pull it onto my mouth.
And bite it.
"Your leaks?"
I prompted her, smiling at her the way a hungry man smiles at a steak. Damn but she looked good enough to eat.
"No. Every single one of them is booked, indefinitely."
I wasn't surprised. We were in the rural area just outside one of the richest towns in the country, let alone the South. In fact, there were hardly any working farms around here left.
Most of the good contractors and subcontractors were too busy working on multi-million dollar estates and McMansions in gated subdivisions to come all the way out here to poke around her old farm house.
I had a sudden flash of inspiration. One that would help me get into her pants. Soon, I hoped.
"I can come take a look if you want. I've very handy."
"That would be amazing! Ange is worrying herself sick with all of this stuff-"
"Casey, we can't impose on Mr. Delancey. He has no idea of the extent of what is going on over there."
"Call me Jackson."
She looked at me, once again her lips opening in surprise. I liked that. I wanted to keep her on her toes.
And her back.
Or her knees.
I grinned at the images flashing through my mind. Angelina was moaning with pleasure as I took her in various positions. Upside down too, with her bent over and grabbing her ankles. Why the hell not?
"That is very kind of you Mr. Delancey-"
"I said call me Jackson."
She nodded.
"Very well Mr.- Jackson. But we couldn't possibly impose-"
I could hear a refusal coming so I cut her off.
"I'm not a miracle worker, but I'm handy. Maybe I can tell you the extent of the issues and find a quick fix or two. It's no big deal."
She chewed her lip, just like I'd been thinking about doing less than thirty seconds ago. I felt my dick lurch in my pants. I shifted in my seat again, pressing down on it with the heel of my hand.
Damn, I hadn't had a spontaneous chubby like that in a long time!
Since high school maybe.
Get a hold of yourself Jackson!
"That would be lovely, thank you."
I nodded and forced myself to look away. The second the conversation moved on though, I had to look back.
This time I caught Angelina staring at me.
She blushed and looked away but that one look had sent a shot of lust straight to my gut. I made sure to keep the wine flowing, but I refrained from having anything to drink myself. I had ideas. The first one being that I was gonna be the one to drive her home.
I had a detour in mind.
Maybe a little old school hanky panky.
I'd be more than happy to screw her in the back of her car.
Hell, I'd do it on the damn steering wheel.
Angelina
Jackson was standing beside my car, looking at me expectantly. The man had been plaguing me all night, staring at me, challenging me, making the odd, provoking comment. And then he'd made it all worse by being nice of all things. That niceness, combined with the wine I'd drank over the course of the evening, was making me feel more than a little bit off balance.
What the hell did he want now?
Dinner had been fun, surprisingly so. Even with the tension between the eldest Delancey brother and myself, which practically crackled in the air. I'd liked everyone else, especially Francesca and Elle.
Casey had been in her glory, charming everyone as usual. She'd even offered to sketch some of the horses next week.
When Jackson heard that, he'd been intrigued about having portraits done for the animals. He'd even offered to pay her for her services. Casey had been thrilled. It had been so long since she could earn money. I could have kissed him in that moment for making my sister feel useful again. She loved all animals. It was one of the reasons we had moved out here.
New York City was a hard place to have a dog. Even if our landlord had allowed it, which she did not. But here, it made sense. I reminded myself to find an animal shelter as soon as we were settled. No purebreds for us. All we wanted was to give a needy dog a good home. Maybe a cat too.
I made a mental note to look up if cats ate spiders.
It would be good for Casey to have a companion or two when I couldn't be around twenty-four seven.
After all, I was going to have a farm to look after as well. It was funny, but I'd always loved growing things. My small NYC apartment had been full of plants. Even with limited sunlight, I'd made it work.
Thankfully, they had all made the journey just fine. I'd packed most of them in the car with us, but the bigger plants had gone in the moving truck, wrapped in a blanket with an upside down wine bottle full of water in each. That was a trick I'd picked up a few years ago when traveling took me away from my precious plants.