abandoned the idea of any help from the cat and went back to sweeping.
All the water-stained pictures she put into a garbage bag with the intention of telling Luke that there was a fabulous restorer at the Beaumont Historical Society who could probably do wonders with them. She filled three garbage bags with pictures and loaded them into the back of her SUV.
Amber opened windows that were still intact and let the place air out.
She was just sweeping the dust, dirt and fallen chunks of plaster into the last garbage bag when Luke scared her by vaulting back into the room.
“Amber! Thanks so much, but you didn’t have to do all that work.” He looked around. “What a difference! There might be hope for the place yet.”
“You can fix everything up, Luke. You and your brothers. And I’ll help. So will my brothers. After all, I brought you back here. And as long as you can supply lumber, paint, nails and shingles, your friends and neighbors will help, too.”
“Thanks. Thanks for everything. Now, let’s go to your family’s house and have barbecue. I’m starving.”
“Help me shut the windows and we’ll go,” Amber said.
“Leave them open. I’ll stay here tonight.”
“You can’t, Luke. Black mold. It’s not healthy.”
“Then I’ll take a look at the bunkhouse. Maybe that fared better.”
The bunkhouse wasn’t much better. The floor was slimy and the mattresses were mildewed.
“Let’s check out the barn. I could sleep in one of the stalls.”
The barn was on higher ground, but all the ruined hay had to be removed. The cobwebs hung like Christmas tinsel, and the spiders were busy making their webs. There was a hole in the barn roof.
She shuddered thinking of all the spiders dropping on her like rain from the sky. “Let’s get out of here, Luke.”
The barn had to be readied for the horses as soon as humanly possible.
He shrugged, taking it all in stride. “I’ll tent outside. I think our old camping supplies are here somewhere. You know us cowboys. Nothing like sleeping under the stars.”
Amber almost snorted, but changed it in mid-snort to a fake cough. She’d bet her next paycheck that a bull riding star like Luke Beaumont hadn’t slept in less than a three-star hotel in several years.
He opened a wooden cabinet and fished out a forest-green nylon bag—probably his tent—a couple of rolled-up sleeping bags and a lantern.
She was just about to invite him to stay at her apartment on the couch, but she couldn’t form the words. It was just too soon.
Her face heated. That was a dumb thing to even think. Why would she even think about inviting him to stay with her?
Maybe she was just too scared to get close to Luke. Her past record with men was like throwing nothing but gutter balls on the bowling alley of life.
“Isn’t there any other place you can stay?” she asked.
“My father’s in rehab, so I can’t stay with him. He has an apartment in town, but it’s a senior citizen place and they have rules. And I’ve pretty much lost touch with my gang from high school and college. It’s hard to keep in touch with my friends when I’m never home.”
“I imagine it would be.”
He chuckled. “But once in a while, someone from home shows up in my autograph line.”
She noticed that he didn’t refer to her as a friend.
Amber didn’t know why that tweaked her. So what if he didn’t consider her one? She would rather consider herself a friend of the town of Beaumont.
Some friend she was. She couldn’t wait to get out of Beaumont and get a job with the state police.
“You can’t stay here,” she blurted. “Go to the Beaumont House. It’s been updated and it’s quite a nice hotel now.”
“I’d rather stick around here. Besides, I don’t know if my old truck is working to go back and forth to get supplies and to visit Big Dan.”
“Let’s give your truck a try,” she said. “I could always give it a jump.”
But no matter what they did, the ancient, faded red Ford 150 truck wouldn’t start.
She checked her watch. “Let’s get going over to my father’s house, Luke. You have to be hungry.”
He slammed the hood shut. “I don’t suppose you’re getting the barbecue from—”
“Smokin’ Sammy’s House of Hickory?”
“Yeehaw! It’s been a long time since I’ve had Smokin’ Sammy’s.”
“One of my brothers is picking it up,” Amber advised, pointing to her car. “There will be plenty, but let’s get going. That is, unless you’d rather not go to the Chapman lair.”
Luke stopped walking and pushed back his cowboy hat with his thumb. “Why would you say that?”
“Our families never got along. Let’s face it. The Beaumonts are the town’s leading citizens and the Chapmans lived on the other side of the tracks.”
“We were busy ranching and your family was busy—”
“Moonshining,” she said. “And selling hot car parts.”
Amber continued to be embarrassed by her family. She hated the jokes that inevitably came her way and supposed she should have laughed along, but she didn’t find them funny.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to. Everyone knows. And everyone enjoyed our moonshine, including the—”
“Beaumonts.” Luke grinned. “The Chapmans make the best moonshine.”
“Made the best moonshine. Past tense. My father and brothers are out of the business.”
Amber opened the door of her red Honda and Luke went around the front to the passenger side. “I really appreciate you driving me around.”
Amber started her car. “After dinner, if you’d like, I’ll take you to see your father.”
“No. You’ve done enough. I’ll hitchhike over.”
“Hitchhiking is illegal in Beaumont County,” she said in her best cop voice.
“It’s really not a problem. You could always rent a car at Willie Greenfield’s when he opens in the morning until you get your wheels working.”
“Sounds like a plan. Good idea.”
She laughed.
