alive who can pay attention with your lovely little behind waving before his eyes like that.” “It’s not waving.” “Maybe not but it is lovely and very distracting. Makes me want to set your garters on fire.” “Is that all men think about?” She positioned another shingle and expertly placed the nails. “I can only speak for myself, but when it’s you—yes.” She looked his way. “This roof will never get done if you can’t concentrate. Shall I leave?” “And deprive me of the fantasies playing in my head? Not on your life.” She chuckled softly. “I’m not going to ask.”
