“Just a moment.” When the blond hulk turned around, she knew. His blue eyes sparkled and the scruff on his cheeks added to his appeal. “Dani?” Garrett wiped his hands on his apron.

“Well, I’ll be. Dani Lane. Look at you.”

The tips of her ears burned. She usually wasn’t one to give in to flattery, but coming from Garrett, the words made her a little weak in the knees.

“It’s me.” She slid the paint swatches across the counter. “I need some paint. These two.”

She pointed to the circled colors. “Two gallons each.”

“You know what you want. Cool.” He picked up the samples. “What are you painting?”

“My living room and bedroom.” She sat on the closest stool. “I thought it was time for a change.” She folded her hands. Being near Garrett brought back so many memories, and most of them included her watching him playing football. He hadn’t noticed her back in the day, but seemed to know her now.

“Painting is a good release. You can roll over the old memories and make new ones.” He tapped the keys on the touchpad. “At least once a year, I paint one or two of the rooms in my house. The walls will probably close in on me one of these days from all those layers of paint. Gloss, eggshell or flat?”

Oh crap. She hadn’t thought about the finish. Eggshell would look nice, but would it show the dirt faster? “Do you have semi-gloss?”

“Let me check.” Garrett strolled away from the counter and down the aisle of paint cans.

As he walked, his ass swayed a bit. His jeans clung to his muscular legs like a second skin and the T-shirt stretched across his torso, defining every ripple and bulge in his body.

Dani pressed her knees together. Warmth spread over her. She shouldn’t look at him like a potential lover, but damn. The package he presented hit all her buttons the right way. He’d captured his blond hair in a ponytail. Some women weren’t keen on guys with long hair. Not Dani. She wanted to be able to run her fingers through the light tresses or pull on them during sex.

She’d like to have sex with Garrett and pull his hair as he drove into her. She shivered. She wondered what he’d be like in bed. Hot and hurried or slow and steady?