Marry Me, Jackson Excerpt
Picking up a wrench, Jackson got busy under the cabinet. “While we were pulling it together, we surveyed the market to see what was needed. Point of differentiation. If no one has filled that need, well, you step in. Bingo.”
“All right then.” Sometimes she wondered where her head had been back in school.
“Can you hold the flashlight for me?” He held it out.
“Of course.” Flashlight in hand, she crowded into the small space.
They were so close in the dim light. She could feel the heat rolling off his body. What kind of soap did he use? Emily wanted to slather herself with that fresh scent.
How ridiculous. This was probably as close as she was ever going to get to Jackson Hart. The thought made her kind of sad. She jerked her head back abruptly and hit the casing of the cupboard. “Darn it all.”
“What is it?” Jerking his head out, he bumped into her.
She sank back on her heels. “Nothing. I hit my head.”
“Are you all right?”
“Sure.” She rubbed the back of her head below the ponytail.
“Let me see.” Oh, so gently, he tipped her head toward him. “I don’t see any blood.”
“Good.” Since she didn’t have any health insurance, a trip to an urgent care center was the last thing she needed. His fingers parting her hair sent shivers down her spine.
“Anyone ever tell you that you have a ton of hair?”
“I think it’s been mentioned.” Her head was pleading for more time with his fingers.
“You’ll be fine.” His hands dropped.
A light chugga chugga sounded. Actually, she found that sound comforting. Didn’t it mean the refrigerator was humming along? Now the look on Jackson’s face made her feel nauseated. No way did she want to replace an appliance.
Setting his mug down, he drew closer to the harvest gold refrigerator. “I should really check that out.” He glanced at his watch. “But not now. I have a one o’clock and I don’t like to be late.”
“That’s you. Dependable.”
His head jerked. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Not at all.”
“I’ll be in touch.” Pulling on his boots and jacket, Jackson grabbed his toolbox and was off. From the kitchen window, she watched him back out in a shiny black pickup. She wanted to kiss that refrigerator.
She’d be seeing Jackson again, and he hadn’t mentioned Victoria once.
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Picking up a wrench, Jackson got busy under the cabinet. “While we were pulling it together, we surveyed the market to see what was needed. Point of differentiation. If no one has filled that need, well, you step in. Bingo.”
“All right then.” Sometimes she wondered where her head had been back in school.
“Can you hold the flashlight for me?” He held it out.
“Of course.” Flashlight in hand, she crowded into the small space.
They were so close in the dim light. She could feel the heat rolling off his body. What kind of soap did he use? Emily wanted to slather herself with that fresh scent.
How ridiculous. This was probably as close as she was ever going to get to Jackson Hart. The thought made her kind of sad. She jerked her head back abruptly and hit the casing of the cupboard. “Darn it all.”
“What is it?” Jerking his head out, he bumped into her.
She sank back on her heels. “Nothing. I hit my head.”
“Are you all right?”
“Sure.” She rubbed the back of her head below the ponytail.
“Let me see.” Oh, so gently, he tipped her head toward him. “I don’t see any blood.”
“Good.” Since she didn’t have any health insurance, a trip to an urgent care center was the last thing she needed. His fingers parting her hair sent shivers down her spine.
“Anyone ever tell you that you have a ton of hair?”
“I think it’s been mentioned.” Her head was pleading for more time with his fingers.
“You’ll be fine.” His hands dropped.
A light chugga chugga sounded. Actually, she found that sound comforting. Didn’t it mean the refrigerator was humming along? Now the look on Jackson’s face made her feel nauseated. No way did she want to replace an appliance.
Setting his mug down, he drew closer to the harvest gold refrigerator. “I should really check that out.” He glanced at his watch. “But not now. I have a one o’clock and I don’t like to be late.”
“That’s you. Dependable.”
His head jerked. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Not at all.”
“I’ll be in touch.” Pulling on his boots and jacket, Jackson grabbed his toolbox and was off. From the kitchen window, she watched him back out in a shiny black pickup. She wanted to kiss that refrigerator.
She’d be seeing Jackson again, and he hadn’t mentioned Victoria once.
Grab your copy now! https://geni.us/MarryMJ