Chapter 8
Ashley felt a curious combination of excitement and dread as Thursday approached. He didn’t have a great deal of time to think about Jenny—though she still snuck into his dreams—but Thursday hovered above him like a sly prize. Endless meetings, another date or two with Yvonne, golfing, drinks, dinners, and somehow, he found the time to actually work. But Thursday was always there, always in the back of his mind.
He wanted to see Jenny again. There was no way around that. He wanted to see her in her overalls. He wanted to see her wide smile, the sparkle in her eye, the slight blush she always got when he teased her. He wanted to see what her hands looked like, stained and soiled and sure. Ashley wanted to see her in her element and out of his.
But the hunger he felt humming low
