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Perfect Kissmas, My Handyman by Brynn Hale Download Perfect Kissmas, My Handyman by Brynn Hale Novel: I press my back to the closed door, blowing a long breath as my hand rests on my frantic heart.Book Perfect Kissmas, My Handyman by Brynn Hale is available to download free in pdf epub format. I exhale and hurry inside, slamming the door closed and pulling the curtains tight. He’s still in the same position, but from the way he’s staring at the watering can, I can tell that his thoughts are elsewhere. When I’m done, I give him a sidelong glance, trying not to be obvious. I’m tempted to look up, but instead, I scold myself and water the plants as fast as I can. I know he hasn’t left, and each second feels like an eternity. Biting the insides of my cheeks, I drop my gaze to my plants and start watering them furiously.

Warmth pumps into my face as I lower my hand to my side. then two… and three.Īnd I realize he’s not going to wave back. My lips spread in a smile, and I lift my free hand to wave at him.

I get a lot of male attention, but most of them back off when they learn I can't speak, so I take advantage of the time my balcony neighbor has his gaze on me-because a girl has to feel good about having good looks. His hands are gripping the balcony rails, and his full attention is on me. The mug and his phone are now resting on the rails. I give Milo a glare before looking back at my balcony neighbor, who is frowning. Milo barks again, and I jump, breaking our stare. I’m probably looking like a fool, staring at him, but my God, he’s gorgeous. It’s like the world continues in slow motion, and we take a moment for ourselves, our gazes refusing to part. His head snaps up at the sound, and our gazes collide. Milo follows me to the balcony and barks as he sees our neighbor. His one hand is holding a mug, and the other one is furiously texting on his phone. It’s the first of December, so it’s chilly outside, but my balcony neighbor is shirtless, showcasing the tattoos on his arms. And his skin-my God-not one scar mars his caramel-colored skin. I squint, and yes, the eyebrow piercing is still there, I like his piercings. His beard is messy and in need of a proper trim. His curly hair is pulled back and tied up in a bun. I see my balcony neighbor, and he’s so perfect that I have to linger and admire. Once done, I fill my watering can and walk to the balcony to water my winter plants but stop dead in my tracks.