The next day I grabbed the gloves and stepped outside, ready to help my new neighbor.
Yes, that was what I was going to do. Just help.
I kept repeating it in my head like a mantra while I crossed the yard.
I had on a white tank top that would turn basically see-through once I got sweaty, and denim cut-off shorts so short the pockets hung out the bottom. Flip-flops. Hair in a messy ponytail. Sunglasses pushed up on my head. Lip gloss.
Nothing special.
Just normal summer work-in-the-yard clothes.
Jace was already out there, shirtless again, sweat running in lines down the grooves of his abs, tattoos dark and vivid against his tanned skin. He was prying the last rotted post out of the ground with a crowbar, muscles bulging, veins standing out on his forearms. The sun caught the swea
