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the gutter. Carlotta winced.
    “I’ll definitely take care of that, too. I’m
guessing…kitchen off to the left?” He put a hand to the small of her back and
led her away from the insults in red-spray paint.
    But the kitchen wasn’t any better. Several of the cabinets
hung crooked, dangling by a single nail. Some of the doors had been torn off,
the shelves ripped out. The sink was filthy. The refrigerator had been rolled
to the middle of the floor. Caleb was almost afraid to open it. He filed that
project in the later category, then
opened a mystery door, expecting a pantry. Instead, he peeked down, flipped on
the switch just inside.
    “What is it?”
    “Attic.”
    Caleb took a couple of steps up and surveyed the room.
“Partially. Someone left a bunch of junk here, but it wouldn’t take much to
toss it out and finish the room off.”
    It wasn’t a huge space, but he could think of a use or two
that would make Hunter and Kata happy.
    Stomping back down, he turned off the light, then guided
Carlotta into the dining room. Other than thrashed carpet and another multi-colored
paint job, there was nothing wrong with the room. Down a little hall, and he
ran into one bedroom with a cracked window, another one with a large closet
that needed a little drywall repair, and the master bathroom, which had some
water damage around the shower. This was more than a weekend project…but he
liked the challenge.
    Caleb glanced over to find Carlotta hesitant, then furiously
writing on her notepad. “You okay?”
    She blinked at him as if coming out of her own world. “Fine,
yes. All is well. Ideas flying in my head. This bedroom and bathroom should be
spa colors. The bedroom just across the hall would make a lovely nursery. Kata
has a love of white kitchens. White cabinets with a white, solid surface
countertop. Something with streaks of gray or earth tones. Once we have that in
place, I’ll have a better idea what color to paint the walls and what
backsplash to choose. Something glass would be nice because she likes sparkle,
but we will see what is available. What flooring did Hunter choose for the
room? Did he leave us a budget?”
    “Hardwoods. Yes, I’ve got it. How about we discuss more over
lunch? I’m starving. You can tell me your ideas.”
    “You go ahead. I have too much to write out to leave now. I
will be fine here.” Subject dismissed in her mind, Carlotta turned with pen in
hand and headed out the bedroom door.
    Caleb frowned and gripped her elbow. His hand was gentle,
but she wasn’t getting away. “Did you eat breakfast?”
    “I usually skip it.”
    He knew his frown became a glower, but he found her skipping
meals unacceptable. “Not with me, you don’t. And you won’t be skipping lunch,
either.”
    “I am a grown woman. I do not need you to tell me when to
eat.”
    Wincing, Caleb let go of her arm. Since divorcing the
ex-douche bag, Carlotta had guarded her independence zealously. Ordering her
trampled on that. But he couldn’t let her simply have her way.
    “We have hours of very hard work ahead of us. You need to
fuel your body or you’ll be exhausted in an hour or two.”
    Her eyes sharpened, large brown pools that seemed to have no
end. He could fall in there if it meant staring at her gorgeous face for the
next hundred years. Time had been kind to her. The small lines around her eyes
were faint. Her lips were still a plump, red bow. The curves of her breasts and
hips were voluptuous. In the past two years, she’d grown her hair out so that
it brushed over her shoulder caps in fat curls he wanted to bury his hands in
as he guided her to his lips, his cock…
    “I often eat but one meal a day. With hips such as these, I
can afford to skip meals.”
    She spoke the words wryly and meant them as a joke, but they
just pissed Caleb off.
    “Not when you’re with me.” He brought her closer. “I still
remember that fragile woman Hunter took from Gordon’s house. He brought you to
me and put you