be best.”
“Gotta get more Southern California out of this girl before I’ll be ready for boots. My toes like to breathe.”
Eduardo chuckled. “You’re too late for the flower child generation, kiddo.”
“Better late than never.”
They all smiled, even Mike, whose sense of humor had suffered since his accident.
It was disgusting. His crew was rapidly becoming fond of Emily, helped along by boxes of doughnuts and the coffeemaker she now kept filled on the card table in the living room.
The prior morning the crew had quickly served themselves and left. Today they’d arrived earlier than usual, apparently so they could stand around chatting with her. Without coming off as a surly badger, he couldn’t refuse joining them for a cup, though he ignored the pastry. And...damn, it was really good coffee.
Of course, Trent encouraged his crews to get mentally together before launching into the day’s task. It also fostered friendly relations, which reduced slowdowns from personality clashes. So it was annoying that the coffee klatch bothered him, when it wouldn’t bother him anywhere else. The problem had to be because he wasn’t sure of Emily’s motives in being so accommodating.
“Thanks, that’s mighty tasty,” Vince said, leaving his cup on the table. “Em, do you want to help me remove that light fixture in the dining room?”
“I’d love to,” Emily agreed enthusiastically. “Do you think it can be salvaged?”
“Converted, maybe. They never removed the old gaslight fixture, just cut off the gas.”
“Wow.”
“Wait,” Trent interrupted, then turned to Eduardo. “When you were inspecting the water pipes did you get a chance to evaluate the gas lines?”
Eduardo nodded. “Yep, but I want to double-check everything.”
“Good. We can’t take anything for granted about this house.”
“Absolutely, boss.”
The men departed to their various areas and Trent closed his eyes, drawing several deep, calming breaths. When his temper had flared as a teenager, he’d been tempted to hit walls, the way his father had done so often. Trent had also engaged in a number of monumental fights—generally with bullies, figuring they deserved it anyway. It wasn’t comforting to remember that he’d deliberately sought them out, wanting to punch and be punched.
Over time he’d learned to control the urge, knowing a man who couldn’t manage himself couldn’t be trusted to boss anyone else. But he also hadn’t wanted to be the least bit like Gavin Hawkins. Spending so much time on Meadowlark Lane—Emily’s house—was going to test the man he’d tried to become.
Opening his eyes again, he found Emily watching him, her head cocked, as if trying to guess what he was thinking and feeling.
Fat chance.
No one in thirty-six years had managed it, and he was confident this flaky woman didn’t have a prayer.
* * *
ONCE EDUARDO GAVE the all clear on the gas lines, Emily went into the dining room to assist with removing the old chandelier. She couldn’t provide any serious help, but she handed tools up to Vince and took any small parts that came off, placing them carefully in a box. And when the entire unit came down, she helped lower it.
“I heard about someone who bought a house that had one of these that still worked,” she said.
“It happens,” Trent contributed. He’d been working nearby on the door frame, which had made Emily feel uncomfortable, though she wasn’t sure why. “Last year a man inherited his grandmother’s house and she’d been using her gaslights on a regular basis.”
Emily shivered. “It doesn’t sound safe.” She patted a wall. “Don’t worry, baby. We’re going to make sure you have safe wiring.” She glanced at Vince. “I guess it sounds silly, but I believe houses have personalities.”
Vince laughed in a kindly way, but Trent seemed less sympathetic.
Well, too bad.
She was tired of arrogant men who passed judgment on her—men such as her ex-fiancé, who also happened to be Lauren’s brother. Poor Lauren was the one who’d figured things out and spilled the truth about him cheating. Not that Dennis had been terribly upset when Emily confronted him. He’d seemed to think his sleeping with other women wasn’t a big deal... She shook the thought away. She was in Montana now, with a whole new life.
Midmorning she remembered the crystal she’d brought home from the Emporium, so she went and hung it in the window that pulled the most sunshine.
“Hey, what’s that?” Eduardo called, and came into the living room, with Trent following. “All of a sudden there are rainbows everywhere.”
Emily laughed. “I hoped that would happen. I love crystals, and some people say they have healing power and create positive vibes.”
Trent’s eyebrows rose.
She smiled blandly at him. “You never know.”
Eduardo nodded sagely. “I don’t know about the mystical stuff, but something that pretty must send something good into a place.”
Emily decided he’d just won her grateful-forever award.
The morning passed pleasantly, then during a coffee break she got a surprise from Mike.
“Emily, would you consider going out to dinner with me sometime?” he asked when they were sitting on the porch steps, enjoying the fresh air. The others had already gone back inside.
She blinked. Dating wasn’t something she’d expected to do in Schuyler. After breaking off her engagement she had decided romance wasn’t her thing. But Mike seemed nice and having dinner together didn’t necessarily mean romance. More than anything, he probably felt sorry for someone whose kitchen he’d just knocked into oblivion.
“That would be nice,” she replied.
“Would Saturday evening be good for you?”
“Sure.”
He smiled, drained his coffee cup and headed indoors.
Emily pursed her lips, unsure what to think. While she wasn’t the best judge, she hadn’t sensed that Mike was especially attracted to her. He certainly hadn’t acted the way guys did around her sister.
Oh, well. The evening out would be pleasant. Mike taught history to high school students during the school year. She enjoyed history, so they’d have plenty to talk about.
Inside the house, she glanced at Trent, who was pulling up the ancient carpet from the dining room floor. Dust was flying in a thick cloud, though she’d vacuumed the thing within an inch of its questionable life.
“Put on a dust mask if you’re staying,” he advised when she started coughing. “Though I won’t be
