Jennie’s pulse skipped around her system like it was trying to win a jump roping contest. “Stay?” squeaked from her lips. She steadfastly refused to look at Bennett. Just what she could see in her peripheral vision was enough.
Dark. Dreamy. Dangerous.
Handsome. Honest. Hardworking.
She could probably keep going, but Mabel said, “I’ll pay you fifteen dollars an hour,” and moved over to Bennett to go over his contract with him.
A war started in Jennie’s mind. She’d looked at Bennett’s email about the electricians, but she hadn’t hired anyone yet. Mostly because they couldn’t just drop everything and come take care of her job. But also, because the quote she’d managed to get over the phone from one of them was well outside of her budget.
So maybe a day working for actual money would be w
