was his mug, anyway? He turned and saw it on the counter near the stove. After replacing the cold brew he resumed his post.
âWow, this pipe is old.â With her arms stretched back, the shirtâs worn fabric cupped her breasts. âAnd stubborn.â
He refrained from commenting, too busy watching her and thinking things he shouldnât be thinking.
A thud cut him off. Metal clanged against metal.
âShelby?â He dropped to his haunches, sloshing coffee everywhere, including her jeans.
âWhat?â
âYou okay?â
âFine. I told you, itâs this old pipe...â She muttered a curse. âWhy are you still here?â
This was his house and heâd leave when he was darned good and ready. She shifted, giving him a glimpse of smooth toned belly just below her navel. His splashed coffee had gotten her T-shirt. A wet spot had spread across her hardened left nipple.
Trent shot to his feet. âIâll be outside. Watch out for the disposal. I put it in myself.â
8
B Y MIDAFTERNOON S HELBY was disappointed that she hadnât seen Trent. Having fixed the leak, sheâd wanted to gloat. Nothing too obnoxious. Just a smug nod of her head would be fun. Or a perfectly intoned âwell, yeah.â Sheâd even decided she might not be above a plain âduh.â
Although, the reason heâd made himself scarce was most likely to avoid her. So, no, sheâd keep her mouth shut. Her trip to town had confirmed her worst fear about the Eager Beaver. Her inheritance was worthless. Of all the stupid times to have acted impulsively. Returning to Denver wasnât an option.
Her gaze automatically went to her cell where it sat charging on the nightstand. She hadnât checked it once this morning. Sheâd lost count of Donaldâs texts and voice mails. It wasnât as if she would never speak to him again. She just wasnât ready yet. In truth, there was little left to say. But sheâd return his calls at some point. If only to make certain he understood it was over between them.
She sat on the edge of her bed and sighed at the grime sheâd had little luck removing from under her fingernails. Between living out here and making her own jewelry, no more manicures for her. She wouldnât miss them. Just like she hadnât missed her luxurious studio at Williamson Jewelers.
Oh, sheâd gotten used to having her mini-fridge stocked with mineral water, diet sodas and fruit juices. Anything she or a client consumed was replaced overnight. It wasnât something sheâd miss, though, not like daily lunch delivery and having her dry cleaning picked up in the morning and hung behind her door that same afternoon, if she wanted. Mrs. Williamson had made it clear from the beginning that Shelbyâs sole focus was to be on her exclusive designs and the super-rich customers who paid outrageous prices for them.
One week Shelby had been a struggling college student about to graduate and hoping to get a job in marketing. The next thing she knew sheâd been swept into the posh and glamorous world of Tad and Anastasia Williamson. Theyâd been nice, if a bit too reserved, though not in their effusive praise of her work. Their job offer had come with a salary so huge Shelby had been speechless. Something theyâd mistaken for hesitancy and tacked on more money.
Eight months later sheâd met their son Donald, a prominent Denver attorney. She couldnât say it was love at first sight, but with his good looks and smooth moves, her head had turned plenty. At heart, Donald wasnât a bad person. It simply had never occurred to him that the world truly did not revolve around the Williamsons. His class-conscious mother was mostly at fault. But Donald was a bright guy. It was past time he figured it out.
For Shelby the dream had begun five years ago. But she had never belonged in that world. Turned out her large salary hadnât
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