Charlotte stood back and admired how clean the front of the house now looked. “The rock is perfect,” she said. “You were right.”
Dawson pulled off his work gloves as he turned toward her. The man was muscle and machine, as he never stopped working. They’d spent the morning laying the w**d barrier, and he’d come with her to drop off her paperwork and buy her car.
Even the cute Mini Cooper couldn’t distract her at the moment. Dawson did that all by himself. It would probably help if he wore a shirt, but it was mid-afternoon and they’d just finished spreading out the black lava rocks she’d bought after lunch. He’d discarded his shirt a while ago, and Charlotte hadn’t complained.
He’d dug all the holes for the new plants and bushes. He’d shoveled rock into a wheelbarrow and moved it. She’d
