tall, lanky teen was evidently unconcerned with the hard physical labor ahead of him, so long as he got out of any more office work. “Okay with me,” Lamar said cheerfully.
Justin smiled and offered, “I can help, too.”
Amanda frowned. “That’s okay...you don’t have to. Lamar and I can handle it.”
Justin didn’t like feeling expendable.
But if this was what it took to get Lamar to realize he could actually enjoy being out here on the ranch, Justin figured he could spare him for one day. “Let me know when Lamar’s work for you is finished,” he told Amanda briskly. “I’ll take it from there.”
* * *
AMANDA KNEW SHE had hurt Justin’s feelings. There was no helping it. She could not have him underfoot. He was too handsome, too distracting, and she couldn’t afford to lose her focus for even a moment.
“You know, if you don’t want me around, either, I could go off somewhere and just get lost for a while,” Lamar suggested casually as soon as Justin had gone back into the lodge.
Chuckling, Amanda clapped a gloved hand on his shoulder. “Nice try, kid. But you told Justin you’d help carry all this wood into the bunkhouse, so that is exactly what you’re going to do.” She rummaged around in her truck and returned with a pair of leather work gloves for him.
Awkwardly, Lamar inched them on. “You don’t mind taking orders from him?”
Did she? Normally, Amanda liked to maintain her independence and set her own work agenda. That was what made these rural gigs so appealing. The clients were so busy with their own work, they were less inclined to micromanage her. Best of all, at the end of the day, she could really get away from it all in her home-away-from-home travel trailer.
“Justin McCabe runs this ranch. It’s my job to make sure he is happy with the work I do. Yours, too, for that matter, since he’s overseeing your community service.”
Silence fell.
Lamar stacked more trim wood in the corner, next to a pile of interior doors that needed to be installed. “Don’t you want to know what I did to get sent out here?”
Amanda brought in a stack of doorknobs and latch kits. “Truancy, right?”
Lamar scowled. “Justin told you.”
They walked back outside for another load. “Yep.”
Lamar peered at her from beneath his blond bangs. “Aren’t you going to use this opportunity to lecture me on how I’m ruining my life and all that?”
Amanda took in the front of his Pirates of the Caribbean T-shirt. It depicted a rollicking fight scene. “Would you listen?”
“No.”
She handed him a bundle of trim wood. “That’s what I figured.”
Lamar cradled it against his chest. “Which is why you’re not lecturing me.”
Amanda grabbed a bundle for herself and walked with him toward the door. “I figure there has to be a reason you keep cutting class.”
Lamar put down his bundle of wood with more than necessary force. “I hate it. It’s boring.”
Regular school had been a pain for Amanda, too. Figuring they could both use a rest, she went to the cooler in the corner and brought out two icy grape-flavored electrolyte drinks. She tossed one to him. “What does interest you?” she asked.
Lamar wiped the moisture away with the hem of his shirt. “I like watching TV. Listening to music.”
Amanda took a long drink. There had to be something that would help him connect with others. “Do you play any sports?” Even if Lamar didn’t qualify for school teams, there were always private athletic leagues to provide a little fun and make him feel involved.
“Nah.” Lamar finished half his bottle in a single gulp. “I’m no good at sports, either.”
So Lamar had suffered multiple failures, socially and otherwise. Catching sight of his dejected expression, Amanda’s heart went out to him. She knew was it was like to be a teenager who didn’t seem to fit in anywhere. “What are you good at?”
Abruptly, mischief crept into his expression. “Getting out of stuff I don’t want to do.”
Amanda could see that. “You can’t really make a living as a no-show.”
“So maybe I’ll be a security guard,” Lamar boasted, “and sit around and watch those TV monitors.”
Amanda couldn’t think of anything less interesting, but leery of discouraging him, she smiled. “Could work.”
He paced to the window and back. “You’re not going to try to talk me out of it? Tell me I have to finish high school and go on to college?”
Amanda held his gaze. “College isn’t for everyone.”
“Did you go to college?”
Amanda shook her head. “I didn’t like high school, either, so I got a GED instead and learned carpentry from my grandfather.”
His face grew pinched. “I don’t know about the GED,” he grumbled, as if it were the worst idea in the world. “All that studying and having to take those tests...”
Amanda could see where even the idea of that would be overwhelming for Lamar, given he’d skipped so much he had to be way behind on his studies. They walked back out to the truck to finish unloading supplies.
“Do you like being a carpenter?” Lamar asked eventually.
“Very much.”
He slanted her a wary glance. “How come?”
Trying not to think about the failures in her own life, Amanda offered him a faint smile. “Because I like building things that will last.”
* * *
IT WAS NEARLY noon when Justin looked up from behind his desk to see his dad striding into the lodge. As he walked across the spacious living area, Wade McCabe held a large high-velocity floor fan in each hand.
Justin strolled out of the administrator’s office to greet him. “Hey, Dad. Thanks for bringing those out.” Wade set them down next to the overstuffed sofas and chairs that had been donated by a local furniture store. “Some reason you couldn’t run into town and pick them up yourself?”
A very good one, as a matter of fact. “I’m supervising a teenager’s community service right now.”
His dad looked around, perplexed, noting they were quite alone.
“Lamar’s in the bunkhouse, assisting the carpenter. He’ll be back in here as soon as they’re finished carrying in all the wood from the pickup truck.”
His dad paused. “So this is a one-day thing?”
