Only in My Dreams by Darcy Burke Page B

have cause to be in his house? Whoa, she was way overthinking. They were having an innocent conversation. No, they were kind of flirting and she should put an end to it. But she didn’t.
    â€œYou’re an odd man, Dylan Westcott. I suppose you cook and clean toilets, too?”
    â€œI try to cook—and sometimes I succeed.” He flashed her that disarming smile and she locked her gaze on the road, which is where she planned to keep it. “I’m an ace at cleaning toilets—the army made sure of that.”
    He liked laundry, could cook, and cleaned a mean toilet. “Why exactly did your ex divorce you? She sounds like a moron.”
    He laughed and it heated Sara’s insides, infusing her with a soothing warmth she hadn’t felt in a long time. “I promise you, I have plenty of faults,” he said.
    They’d somehow entered the outskirts of Newberg in record time. Or maybe she’d just been enjoying the ride too much to notice, which was pretty bad since she was driving. As she pulled into the hospital parking lot, she cast him a sidelong glance. “Like line dancing.”
    â€œOuch. And you broke Vegas Rules.”
    Sara clapped her hand over her mouth, eliciting another laugh from him.
    She parked next to his large, gray truck. “Thanks again for bringing Mom home. I hope she didn’t mess up your entire afternoon.” She suddenly realized he was maybe supposed to be working.
    â€œIt’s fine. We’re in the middle of a remodel, but the electricians were working today so I stopped in this morning before I had lunch with my mom. She works here at the hospital.” He turned to look at her and suddenly the space in the car seemed very, very small. “And it was my pleasure.”
    Just hearing him say “pleasure” sent shivers up her spine. She glanced away, reminding herself that she’d be better off ignoring her attraction to him and trying to make it go away. They were probably going to be working together, for crying out loud. At least, she was 99.9 percent confident they would. Tomorrow morning, Derek would join them to review the proposals and hear their interview feedback; then they’d make their hiring decision.
    She was tempted to tell Dylan he practically had the job, but in the end only said, “Talk to you soon.”
    His gaze lingered on her for a couple seconds and the attraction she was trying so hard to ignore leaped between them again. “Tell your mom to take care of herself.” He opened the door and, just like that, the sparks of electricity dwindled and disappeared.
    â€œOkay. Thanks again.”
    He threw her a smile and closed the door.
    Argh. She had to get a hold of herself. Their Vegas Rules night was long over, and they’d agreed that it was a one-night thing. Besides, it wasn’t like she had the bandwidth to start anything more permanent. Her life was in turmoil, and she had no idea where things would be in a week, let alone a month. Beyond that, they were going to be coworkers. She needed to forget about Dylan Westcott in every capacity except as general contractor. But how was she supposed to do that when he’d given her the most memorable night of her life?

Chapter Six
    D YLAN PULLED INTO his dad’s driveway the following morning to help clean out the gutters. It was early, the temperature crisp, the sky a bright blue with the promise of a beautiful spring day.
    He went to the door and knocked. Dad answered quickly with a warm smile. “You know you don’t have to knock.”
    He never felt comfortable just walking in. Yes, he’d lived there, had called it his “primary” residence in high school, but he’d never thought of it as home. It was the place he’d stayed when it had been his father’s custodial time.
    â€œJust you and me today?” Dylan asked. “Or is Cameron joining us?”
    â€œHe should be here, but you know him.