Sweet Home Colorado. C.C. Coburn

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      Her frown and confused tone had him cursing under his breath. He turned off the ignition and scratched the inside of his elbow.

      “I wonder why not,” she said, a little too loudly now that Betsy’s engine was no longer thumping away.

      Jack wasn’t going to tell her why not. Mike knew that if Jack had any idea who the client was, he’d have refused outright. He wanted to hit himself upside the head for not making the connection. Mike sure had suckered him. He’d suckered Grace, too. He scratched the back of his neck.

      Suddenly Grace was climbing into the passenger seat. An erotic fantasy—involving him and Grace in Betsy’s cab—filled Jack’s mind as she ran her hand down the inside of his elbow. Then she leaned in close to look at the back of his neck before he could react and tell her to get the hell out of his truck.

      “Whoa! What are you doing?” he demanded, pulling away from her, worried his fantasy might come true. Half-worried it might not.

      “Taking a look at your arm. And your neck.”

      Jack edged farther away from her, embarrassed about the rashes.

      “What if we make a deal?” she said.

      “About?”

      “If I cure you of these rashes, will you do the renovation for me?”

      Much as Jack wanted to be done with the rashes and all the scratching, he had a prior obligation to his brother. “Nope,” he said, and resisted the urge to scratch the back of his knee. He felt as if he was carrying a contagious disease and wondered why Grace was even sitting in the truck with him. Apparently she wasn’t afraid of catching it.

      She jumped as Al stuck his head through the passenger window. Al had the stocky build of his Mexican father and the height of his English-born mother. But Jack doubted it was Al’s physique that had Grace scooting across the seat. It was more likely the snake tattoo that ran from Al’s right wrist up his arm, disappeared into the sleeve of his T-shirt and emerged to coil around his throat. Several times. Grace couldn’t take her eyes off it.

      “Hey, boss,” he said to Jack, and nodded to Grace.

      Jack’s cell rang. He retrieved it from his pocket and saw that the call was from Adam. If it had been from Mike, he would’ve ignored it.

      “Hey, Adam. What can I do for you?”

      “You know how you’re supposed to start work on our house?”

      “Ye-es,” Jack said slowly, suspicion creeping up his spine.

      “Well, I’m wondering if you have anything else you could do instead. Carly wants to stay closer to the hospital until after the baby arrives. She has short labors and she’s worried the extra distance from the new house will mean the difference between giving birth in the hospital and giving birth in the car. To tell you the truth, I’d prefer the first option.”

      This had Mike’s meddling written all over it. “I thought you were spilling out of the house on Washington?”

      “We are. But that bothers me a lot less than not making it to the hospital in time.”

      “So you want me to delay starting your renovation?”

      “If you could.”

      The tentacles of suspicion crept further up Jack’s spine. “Has Mike called you today?”

      “Mike who?”

      Jack’s lips thinned. So now it was a conspiracy involving Mike and Adam to throw him and Grace together for the summer. He glanced at Grace. She looked completely innocent.

      “I’ll get back to you,” he said, and shut off his phone.

      “Grace, this is my foreman, Al Hernandez.”

      She offered her hand and Al shook it vigorously.

      “I’ve been waiting for you at the back of the house, boss,” Al said. “Yet I find you here, making time with the prettiest señorita this side of the Front Range.”

      Jack climbed out of the truck while Al stood back and opened the door for Grace. She slipped past him with a whispered “Thank you” and hobbled to her vehicle. Jack enjoyed the view as she bent to remove her other shoe, opened the trunk and fished around inside it. She straightened, dropped a pair of fancy flip-flops on the ground and stepped into them.

      “That’s better,” she said, coming over to them. “I’m Grace Saunders, by the way.” She flashed Al a smile and Jack could see his burly foreman melting under her charms.

      Jack cleared his throat. “Shouldn’t you be getting home to Maria and the children?” For some stupid reason he needed to let Grace know that Al was spoken for, even though he was the one who’d prevented Al from getting home by asking to meet him here.

      “Just as soon as we’ve done this estimate, boss.”

      The three of them headed toward the house, going in through the squeaky front gate and up the weed-covered path. Al continued to the back of the house, saying, “I’ll finish measuring up the outside. Do you have a key?”

      “Nope.” Jack reached inside the smashed pane of one of the front windows, releasing the catch. He pulled up the window and hoisted himself inside. Before he could open the front door, Grace followed him in, climbing over the sill.

      * * *

      MEMORIES FLOODED GRACE—memories she wasn’t prepared for. She staggered and Jack caught her arm.

      “I was going to open the door for you,” he said.

      Grace wasn’t going to correct his misunderstanding that climbing through the window had caused her to lose her balance.

      “You’re whiter than a ghost,” he said. “Would you like to sit down?” Without waiting for an answer, he led her to the stairs.

      She sank gratefully onto the first step and forced herself to smile up at him. “I’m just tired. My body’s two hours ahead of my brain and the altitude is bothering me.”

      “Is there anyone I can call for you? Your husband?”

      Grace shook her head. “My...ex-husband is back in Boston.”

      “You’re divorced?”

      “I certainly hope so. Otherwise, Edward could end up in a lot of trouble with the law. He’s planning on getting married again come September. To his first ex-wife.”

      Jack’s grin lit up his face. He’d always had a great smile.

      “I heard your half of the conversation with your brother. Since he doesn’t need you, what do I have to do to sweet-talk you into restoring this place for me?”

      What was she saying? Only a moment ago she was dreading spending any time with Jack for fear he’d СКАЧАТЬ