“Are you going to sneak up in the middle of the night and do weird shit to me while I sleep?”

“What?” I coughed. “Um … no. I just think if I rented out my basement, I’d lock my door.”

“Noted. You have no self-control, and therefore I need to lock my door.”

“I’m locking my side.”

“I don’t doubt that.” He shoved his hands into his back pockets and rested his shoulder against the threshold into the kitchen from the garage entrance.

Fisher and his overabundance of sexiness continued to give me all the feels. “Am I driving to the office in the morning or going with you?”

“The Outback’s battery is dead.”

I frowned. “That’s right.”

“We’ll leave at six.”

“Six.” I gave him an unavoidable smile before shutting the door … and locking it. As I tiptoed down the stairs, I listened for him to lock it on his side.

He never did.

Chapter Nine

Monday, I spent the day with Hailey sending out bids. Fisher put a new battery in the Outback then disappeared for the rest of the evening on his motorcycle. I didn’t get an invite to join him.

Tuesday, I went with Hailey to pick up flooring for a kitchen. She drove a company pickup, and for some reason, I found that kind of cool. After that, we picked up lunch for the crew. Apparently, it was a perk Fisher offered his guys, not the norm in construction. I found that rather cool too.

Wednesday, I was back with Fisher and that thrilled me.

“Yesterday, Hailey introduced me to some of your crew. So you don’t have to worry about introductions now. Except your dad and uncle. When will I meet them?”

“My dad is out of town until next week. My uncle just had knee surgery, so he’s out for a while.” Fisher lifted a brow and gave me a quick sidelong glance while we waited in the drive-thru to pick up our coffees on the way to the first job. “And it’s a relief that I don’t have to introduce you to anyone because that was high on my list of priorities today.”

“Is that sarcasm?”

He pulled forward and grabbed our coffees. “Nope.” He handed me both drinks and rolled up his window.

“Have you talked to Rory since Sunday?” I handed him his coffee.

“Nope.” He sipped his drink and wrinkled his nose. “This one is not mine. It’s sweet and disgusting.” After depositing it in my cup holder, he reached over and snagged my coffee—his coffee—from me.

I frowned at the one in the drink holder. “Now you’ve tasted it.”

“So? I’m not sick.”

“Yeah, but you drank out of it.”