Rusty Nailed
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I wish. I’m slammed.
I can come down there; I’ll even bring my hammer.
As much as I do love your hammer, I’m literally buried under a pile of colored pencils at the moment.
Hmm, how about dinner?
Negative, Ghost Rider, I’m heading out to Sausalito tonight as soon as I leave work.
For the hotel? And did you just Top Gun me?
Yup, tonight is the first chance I’ve had to get out there to actually see the place. And yes, I totally Top Gunned you. You want to meet me out there? We could grab a quick dinner afterward.
We could grab a quick something . . .
Babe.
Sorry. OK, text me the address and I’ll meet you out there. 7?
Perfect.
Dammit Simon, now all I can think about is a quick something.
Aaand we’re back. See you at 7.
• • •
I walked around the property, checking sight lines and viewpoints, noticing where the late afternoon light hit the buildings. I saw windows where they weren’t, walls where they could be moved to exploit the natural landscape, and pocket gardens that could be renovated to bring a sense of green to a modern shell.
I was getting excited to bid on this job.
A Range Rover’s honk broke me from my reverie. I turned from the front walkway to see Simon pulling up in front. Not quite done with what I was doing, I lifted a finger to indicate that I needed another minute. He parked and walked to where I was.
“So this is the place, huh?” he asked, wrapping his arms around me as I gazed up at the structure.
“Yep, what do you think?”
“I think my girl’s gonna kick some ass on this project,” he replied, resting his chin on the top of my head.
“It’s a beautiful location, isn’t it?”
“What, Sausalito? Yeah, I suppose.”
“Are you kidding? Look at that view!” I pointed back over the bay at the city. San Francisco twinkled in the twilight, the cars going back and forth over the bridge. Coit Tower. Transamerica building. Lovely.
Then I did a 180 and looked back at Sausalito. It wasn’t just a great place to gaze at San Francisco. The houses were glowing against the mountain, streetlights just coming on, sailboats dotting the marina, people walking along the waterfront on their way to dinner or shopping or going home.
“The restaurant isn’t far from here. Let’s walk,” I said, tugging him toward the main drag.
He twined his fingers through mine and as we walked, we talked. About my design ideas, about the upcoming wedding, about his next trip. He was leaving again in two days, this time for South Africa. He was going out on a shark boat, getting shots of the great whites feeding. I couldn’t really think about it without shuddering.
Shudder.
“So Jillian told me today they added France and Switzerland to their honeymoon. Looks like they’re going to be gone awhile,” I said as we headed toward the pier with the restaurant.
“Oh, yeah? Good for them. I know Benjamin has always wanted to travel more.”
“Jillian too, but she was building a business. Hard to leave a business like that—unless you have Super Caroline back home, running the show.” I laughed, making a show of my muscles, which he squeezed appreciatively. “But I admit, I’m surprised they don’t seem to have more of a plan.”
“Sounds like they just want to wander around.”
“Sure, sure. Except wandering without a plan is not like Jillian.”
Simon shrugged. “It’s their honeymoon, babe. And it’s not like they can’t afford it.”
“Yes, I’m well aware of Benjamin’s giant assets,” I replied, getting a swat on the bum for that one. Simon indulged my crush on Benjamin, but he still reminded me whose assets I needed to be concerned with. “I’m just . . . a bit nervous, I guess. This is a lot to take on.”
“Did you talk to Jillian about it?”
“Not since this hotel proposal came up. She’s so busy with the wedding right now and everything else she’s got going on, I’ve barely seen her.”
“I’m sure she knows what she’s doing. She wouldn’t leave if she didn’t know you could handle it, right?”
“That’s what she said,” I told him, thinking of how much I was really biting off here. “And she did say she’d bring in an intern for me, so that’ll help.”
“Nice! Moving on up,” he exclaimed, humming the tune from The Jeffersons.
“Yeah, the president of the design firm is bopping around Europe for who knows how long, but I’ve got a twenty-year-old intern to help me make copies, so it’ll be fine,” I snapped, reaching for the door to the restaurant. A strong hand reached over mine, stalling the door.
“Hey, it’ll work out. Don’t worry so much,” he said, gently nudging my chin up with his fingers to meet his eyes. My frustration that had flared so suddenly melted away when those sapphire eyes starting spinning their voodoo.
“You’re probably right.” I sighed, letting him open the door for me and guide me inside, one hand on the small of my back.
“Of course I’m right,” he teased.
Once we were seated, I pulled out my calendar.
“Okay, you get back two days before the wedding, right? I want to make sure you have time to settle in before the festivities start.”
“Yep, I’ll be back in time and ready for all best-man duties.”
“Cutting it pretty close, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know what I was thinking when I said I’d do this shoot, but it’ll be fine. I can sleep during the vows, right? They don’t need me for that,” he joked.
I turned his palm up on the table, tracing the lines with my fingertips. I glanced up at him, noticing his gaze had turned dark under his lashes. “You can’t sleep during the ceremony, babe. Besides, there’ll be a bridesmaid across from you thinking the dirtiest thoughts imaginable.”
“Dirty, huh?”
“Oh my, yes; I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself. You? In a tux? Deadly,” I purred, raising his hand to press a quick kiss to his fingers.
As the waiter came over to get our drink order I winked, dropped his hand, and mouthed “later.”
While Simon looked over the wine list, I looked out the large picture window at San Francisco. The sun had finally set, and the light from the city bounced back across the water. I smiled, considering myself one of the very lucky to call my favorite city home.