it was like having a conversation with two different people. He half expected to see her eyes glow red.
“It was sorta the other way around, truth be told. I swear,” he said when she huffed out a sharp laugh. “But it never felt right. We broke up, like, a month later—”
“Yeah. I remember. I also seem to remember you recovered from her quickly enough, too. And the one that followed. And the one that followed after that—”
“Didn’t take you long to hook up with Enrique, either, as I recall.”
She flinched, and Eli finally got it, that this wasn’t only about the two of them. That somebody else far more recently than him had hurt her, too—
“Actually, it was more than a year,” she said in that wind-outta-her-sails voice.
And once more Eli happened to be in the line of fire, just like he’d been the other night.
“But from everything I heard,” she said, “your pace sure didn’t slow down any—”
“You were away for several years, don’t forget.”
“True. But when I returned…well, let’s just say the broken heart trail didn’t seem to be in danger of stopping anytime soon. Oh, come on, Eli,” Tess said, revving up again, “you know you can’t go anywhere in this town without running into somebody hot to tell you the latest, good or bad. And people have long memories, especially those well-meaning souls eager to assure me—even after all this time—I was better off without you, that the boy who skipped on me just kept on skipping, from one chick to another like rocks in a creek.”
Her words pelted him like sleet, stinging all the more because they were truer than he wanted to admit, inflicting enough pain to make him say, “Wow—you must’ve been really out of it to end up in my bed.”
Color flared in her cheeks. “Already established that,” she muttered, this time making it all the way to the door, and Eli wondered if he’d ever learn to think before he spoke.
“It’s okay, I completely understand,” he called after her. “But if you get desperate, you know where to find me.”
After one final, flummoxed glance, Tess walked out, slamming the door shut behind her.
Which Eli stared at for a lot longer than he should’ve probably, but the feeling-like-dirt feeling had come back with a vengeance, clobbering him upside the head over and over and over. Because no matter which way you looked at it, Tess was right. If not about all of it, about enough to completely justify her attitude. Because he had hurt her, he hadn’t bothered to tell her why and he’d definitely provided plenty of fuel for the gossip mill these past several years. So from where he was sitting, he had some serious atoning to do. And some lame “I’m sorry, I’m not that man anymore” wasn’t gonna cut it—somehow he had to prove to Tess he’d changed.
For his own peace of mind, if nothing else.
Mulling that over, Eli trudged back to work, letting himself get caught up in his tasks until, maybe two hours later, the phone rang.
And yeah, he might’ve smiled for a second when he saw the caller ID, relishing the victory. Except underneath the relishing, something else kinda hummed. Like the sound from those overhead wires they said messed with your brain or something.
“Garrett’s—”
“Fine, so you win. I’ve called every carpenter within fifty miles, and there’s nobody else available unless I want to bring in somebody from Albuquerque, and no way are the Harrises gonna fork over the extra cash for that. So when can you meet me at the house to give me an estimate?”
“You sure do cut to the chase, don’t you?”
“The groveling stings less that way.”
Eli chuckled. “In an hour good for you?”
“That’s fine. Long as you don’t mind the kids being with me.”
The humming got louder. “Not at all,” he said, looking out the wood-dust-coated window. Telling himself he was strong enough to avoid that particular pull. That if he wanted an opportunity to prove himself, this couldn’t be a better one. He smiled. “Especially since you clearly need a chaperone. Or two.”
“Bite me,” she said and hung up.
Chapter Five
An hour gave Tess just enough time to pick up her kids and put her pride back in the dungeon where it belonged. Umbrage was all well and good in its place, but it had no place in business. And business was what this was all about, she thought when Eli knocked on the house’s open door, the dog bounding inside ahead of him.
And only what it was about.
“Cool!” Miguel said, immediately on his knees to hug the dog. “What’s his name?”
“Micky! Be careful—!”
“It’s okay, he loves kids,” Eli said, then gave Micky a half smile. “And his name’s Blue. I’m Eli.”
One eye on the dog and Julia balanced on one hip, Tess literally met Eli halfway, in the middle of the musty, mud-colored carpeted living room. But before she could open her mouth, Eli said, “You really okay with this?”
“I’m…” A smile tugged at her mouth. “Getting there. In any case, I’ve had lots of practice making the best of a bad situation.”
With a soft laugh, Eli headed for the kitchen, clipboard in hand. “Good to know. Because I’d hate to mess up the whole symbiotic thing we’ve got going on here.”
“Symbiotic?”
“Yeah, you know, when each entity needs the other to survive?” At her poleaxed look, he grinned. “Mom was one of those word-a-day freaks. Her two goals, when we were kids, were making sure we knew the right way to hold a fork and force-feeding us a whole bunch of ten-dollar words. Because God forbid anybody take us for hicks,” he said, carefully opening a kitchen cabinet door about to fall off its hinges, then brushing dust from his hands. “Yep, place looks about as bad as I remember.”
From the living room, Tess could hear Miguel chattering to Blue. Hiking a squirmy Julia higher on her hip, she glanced through the doorway to see her son perched on the edge of the raised hearth, the dog sitting in front of him with his head cocked—
“You’ve been here before?” she said, Eli’s words sinking in.
“Yep.” Leaving the door ajar, Eli squatted to inspect one of the lower cupboards. “Used to come over now and again to check up on Charley after he started going downhill.”
“Huh. Fred didn’t mention that little detail.”
“Not sure he knew about it, to be honest,” Eli said, straightening to make notes on the clipboard. “Dad did, mostly, but I’d stop by once a week or so. Bring Charley a stuffed sopapilla from Ortega’s. Or a beef and potato burrito. Man, he did love those. Grinned like nobody’s business the minute I’d unwrap it—”
“Down!”
