I turn to look at him. “I think it’s better than ‘sorry I just went out with you because the man who I loved was dating a girl, and she went on and on about how big his dick was.’”

Jacob looks at me, and his mouth opens. “He’s not that big.”

“Did you hear anything else I said in that sentence?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“Speaking of Beau, I should go and make sure he’s okay,” he says. “Do you think you’ll be okay while I go?”

“Yeah.” I look around. “I’ll be fine,” I say, and he leaves. Walking back to my office, I sit behind my desk and grab my insurance folder to call in the claim. I answer all the agent’s basic questions, and then she tells me that someone will contact me shortly. I hang up the phone and push away from the desk. There is one thing that I want to make sure is cleaned off. I find a bucket and fill it with water and a bit of soap, then grab a sponge and walk outside.

The humidity in the air is thick as I set down the pail of water and then walk to the back where I keep my ladders and stuff. Grabbing the ladder, I walk over to the side of the building and prop it against the wall. I bend over and grab the sponge, then squeeze it. Climbing the ladder, I hold on with one hand. I stop when the red comes into view, and I use the sponge to wipe it down. I don’t know how long I’m actually on the ladder, but the side of the bar now looks pink. I’m about to head back down and rinse the sponge when I hear tires on the gravel parking lot. Looking over, I see Jacob’s truck pull in followed by my truck and out jumps a very pissed off Beau.

“What the hell are you trying to do?” he yells, and I can’t see his eyes because he’s wearing his stupid aviator glasses which only make him look hotter. “Would you get the fuck down from there before you break your neck?”

I shake my head. “I’m fine,” I say, climbing down the ladder and dropping the sponge into the water turning it pink.

“Your shirt,” he says, pointing at my shirt. I look down and see that the front is all wet and see-through.

“Oh my God,” I say, folding my arms over my breasts and turning around. “Stop looking.”

“Go and see if you can change,” he says, and I look over at Jacob, who just rolls his lips to keep from grinning. “And we can get something to eat.”

“I’m really not hungry,” I say, looking down, and he just looks at me. “What?”