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Grant’s palm dry with a fresh towel. “You should see me amortize tax deductions. I’m incredible.”
    “Yes, you are.” He met her gaze , and she stilled. His eyes seemed to have gotten a little darker blue, a little deeper, as her fingers caressed his palm. Her wet skin tingled, and her heart beat a little faster. She grabbed the antiseptic to distract herself from the thought of going up on her tip toes to kiss him. This was all wrong. All wrong entirely.
    “Ow!” The moment ended with Grant moaning about the stinging antiseptic she poured into his palm.
    “Sorry. It’ll stop hurting in a minute.” She carefully wrapped his palm with the bandage and secured it with a couple of strips of tape. “There. Now, that tetanus shot?”
    “Last year. I’m covered.”
    “Good. We don’t want you getting lockjaw.”
    “Does anyone really get that?”
    “I’ll ask Audrey. Here.” She handed him her phone back. “Plumber.”
    “Why don’t you call? I’m going back down with the wrench. I can’t let it keep running like that.” He gave her back the phone and headed for the closet. A second later, a huge wrench slung over his damp shoulder, he headed back downstairs.
    Harper stared after him for a moment. She thought he looked good in his suit and tie, but like this, all wet and manly, injured, and tossing around a huge tool—he was beyond hot. She shook off the unprecedented wave of lust and concentrated on calling her uncle Mel. Now wasn’t the time to get all melty over the guy, but she wasn’t going to rule out the possibility of doing a little melting later on.

 
Chapter Six
     
     
    “You didn’t have to stay you know.” Grant set a cup of coffee on the counter in front of Harper. Her uncle, Mel Shaw, had just left after a grueling afternoon replacing two broken pipes, which thanks to her, weren’t going to cost TF a ridiculous amount of money.
    The rental of the industrial fans they’d need to dry out the basement was another story , though, and that meant he’d be back at the office first thing in the morning, making arrangements to repair or replace everything else in the basement that had gotten wet.
    She breathed in the aromatic steam coming from her cup and smiled, closing her eyes. “I didn’t mind. Plus I got free lunch out of the deal.” She flipped closed the pizza box that sat between them on his desk. “How’s your hand?”
    He glanced at the bandage, which hadn’t faired very well during his second bout with the rusted shut-off valve. It needed to be changed, and he wanted to ask her to do it—not because he didn’t know his way around a first-aid kit, but because he’d enjoyed having her soft hands on his skin and seeing the concern in her eyes. “It could use a little second aid, I guess.”
    “ I’ll get the kit.”
    “You don’t have to ,” he said, but he hoped she would.
    “Audrey always says follow-up is vitally important to good medical care. Come on.”
    “Yes, nurse.” He followed her happily out of the office and back to the kitchen. While she cleaned his cut and rebandaged it, he looked her over. Her heavy sweatshirt was still damp, as were his clothes. Though it was warm in the building, the temperature outside had plummeted again. “You know, you shouldn’t go out in these clothes. You’re going to freeze.”
    She plucked at her shirt. “My coat’s dry. I’ll be fine.”
    “But your pants are wet.” He recalled the feel of her round bottom in his hands when he caught her on the stairs. Her sweats fit nice and snug, but the thick material wasn’t going to dry any faster than her shirt.”
    “You don’t have a clothes dryer here, do you?”
    “No, but I do have a solution.”
    She eyed him sidelong. “Oh?”
    “Upstairs there may be a couple of jumpsuits the janitor uses for cleaning. They’re not pretty, but they’re dry.”
    “A janitor’s jumpsuit. Y ay.” Her enthusiasm was underwhelming.
    “Do you want to get into your coat and