“Which further explains why the floor isn’t complete yet,” I state, nodding down to the subfloor. “My job doesn’t award me the luxury of a lot of free time, so I have to squeeze in working on this place when I can.”
“What do you do?”
I meet her gaze, wondering how much my sister has talked about me. Obviously not enough if she doesn’t know what I do, or where I work. I know there are some issues between Blair and her father, so it doesn’t really surprise me much if they don’t discuss the happenings in her former hometown.
Deciding not to go down that particular rabbit hole, I notice her shiver and opt to change the subject. “If you come with me, I can show you upstairs.”
“Yeah, thanks. I think I need a hot shower. My toes are numb,” she replies with a chuckle.
She follows me up the stairs. I bypass the first door, which will eventually become a guest room. Unfortunately, it’s one of the last rooms on my remodel to-do list, so for now, I use it to store building material and tools. The second door will eventually be the guest bathroom, but it lacks some of the key elements like a tub, sink, and toilet. The third door on the right is my home gym. Ultimately I’ll update that room too, but for now, I don’t need anything fancy for free weights, a treadmill, and a rowing machine.
That leaves one singular door on the left side of the hallway. “In here,” I state, stopping outside the door and indicating for her to enter.
She steps inside my bedroom and stops. After a few moments, she mutters, “This is your room.”
I swallow hard and nod. “Yeah. This is where you’ll be staying.”
Hot woman sleeping in my bed?
Shouldn’t be a problem.