Chapter 41

Juliet watched as Zachary lowered his head. He was fully focused on tightening a nut with a wrench. His arm muscles tensed with each turn, while his back flexed. The sight unexpectedly made her heart pound. Realizing where her thoughts had wandered, Juliet flushed and quickly looked away. Asher had an impressive build, too. It was the result of years of training. It carried an overt sense of power. Zachary's was different. His build was contained. It was hidden beneath a gentlemanly exterior and only surfaced in moments like this. It was subtle but dangerous. Like a predator lying in wait. "All done." Zachary straightened up, and Juliet snapped back to herself. She hurriedly offered him a towel. "Here, wipe off." He was very tall. When he stood, he almost brushed the kitchen light above. Juliet had to tilt her head slightly to see his face. Water droplets rolled down his sharp jawline. He didn't take the towel. Instead, he lifted his hand and lightly brushed a droplet from he