While we’re waiting, I notice Lacey standing on her tippy-toes to look over the heads of the three people in front of us. I too mimic her actions, wondering what exactly she’s looking at. It’s apparent she’s looking out the window at the construction site down the road. Young workmen take advantage of the Southern sun, flashing their bulging muscles and showing off their strength as they carry pieces of wood over their tanned shoulders and move impossibly large building supplies with ease.
There is no shortage of eye candy, so I don’t blame Lacey as she not so discreetly checks out the view. She is single, gorgeous, and absolutely amazing—quite the catch. She didn’t mention a beau, so the world’s her oyster. The thought has me wondering if maybe one day I’ll find someone.
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