Husband Under Construction. Karen Templeton

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       “I expected your dad.”

      “He had other obligations. So I’m your man.”

      In your dreams, buddy.

      Although there was no reason, really, that being within fifty feet of the man should raise every hackle she possessed. Wasn’t as if there was any history between them, save for an ill-advised—and thankfully unrequited—crush her senior year of high school when grief had clearly addled her brain and Noah had been The Boy Every Girl Wanted. And, rumour had it, got more often than not. Well, except for Roxie.

      Twelve years on, not a whole lot had changed, as far as she could tell. Not on Noah’s part, and—apparently—not on hers.

      Which, on all counts, was too pathetic for words.

      Dear Reader,

      Anyone who’s ever had more than one child (or been part of a family with multiple siblings) will recognise Noah Garrett as The One Who Makes His Mother’s Heart Stop on a Regular Basis—the kid who fears nothing and nobody, the child most likely to come home bruised and bloody. Or with something gross or scary. And yet inside that daredevil kid often lurks a very sensitive soul, one that harbours doubts and fears he wouldn’t dream of confessing to anyone…or even to himself.

      Like, for example, being scared to death of falling in love? Oh, yeah—even tough, cocky Noah has an Achilles’ heel, and her name is Roxie Ducharme…a gal who can definitely teach him a thing or two about overcoming adversity. And who, whether she means to or not, forces Noah to reassess everything he’s believed about himself up to this point.

      Because only in the arms of a strong woman does a man become all he can be.

      Enjoy!

       Karen

      About the Author

      Since 1998, RITA^® award-winner and Waldenbooks bestselling author KAREN TEMPLETON has written more than thirty books. A transplanted Easterner, she now lives in New Mexico with two hideously spoiled cats and whichever of her five sons happens to be in residence.

      Husband Under

      Construction

      Karen Templeton

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      who’ve been there for me

      literally and figuratively in every way that matters.

      My gratitude for all of you knows no bounds.

       Chapter One

      If you asked Noah Garrett’s mama to describe her son in one word, she’d immediately say, “Daredevil,” accompanied by the heavy sigh of a woman who’d seen the inside of the E.R. far, far too often.

      Even as an infant, the boisterous New Mexico thunderstorms that sent his older brothers diving into their parents’ bed made him coo in delight. While other toddlers howled in fright if a dog licked their faces, Noah would howl with glee. As he got older, no tree or roof was too high to climb—or jump off of—no bug too big or ugly to examine, no basement too creepy to explore, no night too dark to sneak out into when he was supposed to be asleep. And woe betide the erstwhile playground bully who dared mess with Noah. Or any of his brothers.

      So the churning gut as Noah said, “I’ll do it,” while staring his father down across the banged up desk in the tiny, cluttered office was highly uncharacteristic.

      Not to mention unsettling. Especially as that churning gut had nothing to do with his father, who, yes, made Noah crazy on a regular basis but did not frighten him in the slightest. Behind him, on the other side of the open door, power saws ripped and hammers pounded and a half dozen employees shouted to each other in Spanish over the constant noise, more secure in their jobs than they probably had any right to be. And aside from his father, nobody was more determined to give them reason for that security than Noah.

      Even if it meant sacrificing his own in the process.

      Rubbing his chest, Gene Garrett lowered his big-bellied self into the rickety, rolling chair behind the desk to wrestle open the perpetually stuck top drawer and rummage inside for heaven-knew-what.

      “Good of you to offer,” he muttered as he searched, “but Charley’s my friend. He’ll expect me to do the estimate. Not you.”

      “Except,” Noah said, “aside from the fact that Charley’s not even going to be there, I’m gathering this is going to involve a lot more than new cabinets. Not to mention you’re up to your eyeballs with that order you’re installing in Santa Fe next week—”

      “And you’ve got the Jensen project,” Gene grunted out as he leaned sideways, the drawer swallowing up his bulky forearm.

      “Finished that up two days ago. Next objection?”

      His father looked up, his thick, dark brows bouncing over his gold-rimmed glasses like a pair of goosed caterpillars. “Could be a big job.”

      “Not any bigger than the Cochrans’, I don’t imagine. And I handled that just fine.”

      Gene again contorted himself to peer into the depths of the drawer, then reinserted his arm. “You and Eli handled it just fine. So no harm in waiting a week, until I’m free.”

      Despite his determination not to let the old man get to him, annoyance zinged through Noah. “And you know full well it’s a miracle Roxie got Charley to even think about fixing up the place,” he said, over a zing of an entirely different nature. “So she probably wants to present him with the estimate as a done deal. Strike while the iron’s hot. You said yourself the house is in pretty bad shape—”

      “Which is why,” Gene said, finally righting himself, a half-empty bottle of Tums clutched in one scarred, beefy hand, “I can’t let just anybody handle it.”

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