Abigail stood back and watched the men unload everything they had come with into the house. It seemed they had also stopped on the way and bought some cleaning supplies while she had been asleep in the back of the car on Lorenzo’s shoulder.
Once everything was unpacked, they stood around deciding who would do what. Lorenzo paused the discussion and half turned from his friends. He looked over his shoulder at her. “The heavy lifting has finished, darling.”
She folded her arms and raised her brows. “Meaning?”
“Meaning, this part involves you too. Get your behind over here. The faster we work together the faster the house will be clean and we can all rest comfortably.”
The other men looked at her over Lorenzo’s shoulder and waited for her to join them. She could see amusement written
