“You better answer the door,” he called back over his shoulder. “That will be Shamus.”
Chapter Three
Amanda didn’t exactly remember what she said to Shamus when she let him in the house, but whatever it was, it must have made sense because he hadn’t seemed to notice anything amiss. She didn’t remember much of anything but the mesmerizing kiss that Jonah had given her.
She wrapped her fingers tight around her cheerful sunflower coffee mug and stood at the top of the stairs, listening to the male voices drifting up from below. She could easily distinguish Jonah’s voice from Shamus’s. They both had deep voices, but Jonah’s made her entire body tingle.
Ignoring the way her nipples puckered, she turned away from the open door of the basement and wandered aimlessly around the kitchen. She really should start cleaning the cupboards. If that was done, she could begin to unpack and get organized.
But she couldn’t focus on cleaning. Not with Jonah so close. “Stop thinking about him,” she muttered as she tipped up her mug and drank the last of her coffee before plunking it down on the counter. “Think about electrical repairs.”
She was praying the repair job wouldn’t be a big one, but that hope was growing slimmer by the second. When Shamus had arrived, he’d descended into the bowels of the basement to join Jonah in checking out the electrical panel. They’d made their way back upstairs and Jonah had grabbed some tools before they’d gone from room to room checking outlets. Looking grim, they’d headed back down to the basement. They’d been down there at least ten minutes now.
To try and distract herself from thoughts of her electrical problem and the even bigger problem of her attraction to Jonah, she decided to make a fresh pot of coffee. It only took her a minute to scoop fresh grounds into a paper filter and fill the coffeemaker with water. While the coffee was perking, she opened several boxes and found more mugs, which she laid next to the coffee pot. The men would probably want coffee when they were finished working.
Amanda knew she should probably be in the basement with them. After all, it was her house. But until there was more light down there, she’d happily stay up here. Besides which, being down there would put her in very close contact with Jonah, and she wasn’t ready for that yet.
She sighed and wrapped her arms around her torso. The coffeemaker sputtered and steamed as she peered out through the window. Jonah. Her thoughts always came back to him. Considering she’d only met the man yesterday, he occupied way too many of her thoughts.
She hadn’t been able to look Jonah in the face when he’d been going from room to room, checking out the outlets in each. Not after that mind-blowing kiss. If her hair hadn’t already been curly, it certainly would have been after that kiss.
The fact that she couldn’t look directly at him certainly hadn’t stopped her from following him and Shamus though. She hadn’t been able to take her eyes off him while he worked. His shirt stretched wide across his shoulders and when he’d leaned over once, the tails had ridden up in the back, allowing her a brief glimpse of his vastly superior jeans-clad butt.
His eyes had flicked to her bed when he’d moved his inspection into her bedroom, his gaze lingering ever so briefly on the tangled sheets. Amanda wished she’d taken the time to make the bed when she’d rolled out of it this morning, but she’d had so much she’d wanted to accomplish today that she hadn’t bothered.
Amanda mentally shook away the image of her mussed bed as she touched her fingers to her lips. She could still taste him there—potent and dark and male. She couldn’t quite define his taste. All that she knew was that she like it. A lot.
Her breasts felt swollen and her nipples were still puckered tight. Goose bumps rippled over her skin. She rubbed her hands over her upper arms, grateful that she’d thought to pull on a cardigan while the men had been working upstairs. She didn’t want to advertise her swollen nipples to either man. The sweater wasn’t much protection against the potent sexual attraction Jonah exuded, but it was something.
There was nothing she could do about the persistent throb between her legs. She pressed her thighs closer together to try to ease the ache. It only made things worse. Her panties were damp and the material only seemed to aggravate the situation when it brushed against her sex.
The coffeemaker gave a final whoosh and gurgle, announcing it was finished brewing the fresh pot of coffee. And just in time too. Work boots clumped against the stairs. She moved quickly from the window and leaned against the counter, trying to look nonchalant.
They were finished their inspection. Amanda placed her hand on her stomach and took a deep breath. She didn’t know what worried her more at this point—having to face Jonah again or finding out exactly what was wrong with the electrical system.
Shamus emerged first and the look on his face wasn’t encouraging. He offered her a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“Tell me.” She didn’t see the need to drag out the situation.
“You want the good news or the bad news?” Shamus walked over to the counter and grabbed one of the clean mugs she’d put there and poured himself a cup of coffee.
“Both.” No need to put off the inevitable. The quicker she knew what she was dealing with, the better.
“The good news is that someone attempted to upgrade the electrical system in the past ten years.”
“That’s good, right?” She didn’t see anything bad in what Shamus was saying.
“The bad news,” Jonah interjected, “is that whoever did it didn’t hire an electrician and they didn’t know what the hell they were doing.”
Her stomach dropped. “What exactly are we talking about?”
“The entire thing needs to be redone and brought up to code. You’ve got old wiring mixed with new. It’s a fire hazard.” Jonah strolled over to the counter, picked up the glass carafe and poured himself a mug of coffee. Amanda tried hard not to look at his large, strong hands. It was all too easy to imagine those hands on her body.
She took a deep breath. “Okay, what am I looking at time-wise?”
“I can start right away.” Jonah brought the mug to his lips and took a swallow of coffee. Amanda stared at his moist lips and the way his Adam’s apple moved up and down as he swallowed.
She mentally shook herself. She was obviously losing her mind if all she could focus on was how sexy Jonah looked drinking a mug of coffee instead of her huge homeowner’s problem. The stress of the past few months was catching up to her.
Pulling her gaze away from Jonah, she focused on Shamus. “Won’t that mean cutting out sections of the walls in each room?” The dollar signs in her head got bigger with each passing moment.
“Probably, but it won’t be too bad. I can fix your walls for you.”
She nodded. “I’ll need an estimate from both of you.”
Shamus shook his head. “You buy the materials, I’ll fix your walls.”
“You can’t do that.” She pushed away from the counter and shoved her gold-rimmed glasses up further on her nose. “This is what you do for a living.”
He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “No, this is what I do for a friend.”
When she started to protest again, he held up his hand. “Let me do this for you. You’ve been such a good friend to Cyndi. Let me return the favor.”
Put like that, it would be small of her not to accept. “Thank you.”
He flashed her a smile. “No problem.” Shamus looked at his watch. “If we’re done, I’ve got to get to work.” He glanced over at Jonah, who nodded. Turning back to Amanda, he added, “I’ll see you later tonight.”