warmer in the winter and it wears really well. If you’re running around barefoot all the time, the limestone might be a bit rough on your feet. And the wood will give the place a homier feel.”
He’d never thought of that. He did like wood flooring.
“Or not,” she continued just as quickly. “Like I said, I tend to jump into things pretty fast. That’s why I wasn’t so sure about your offer with the business. It’s been my experience, especially lately, that if it sounds too good to be true, it probably is. Whether that be business or men.”
He didn’t blame her. “I get that. So in the spirit of being honest, before we get started you should maybe know that I like things done a certain way, and it’s hard for me to let go of that.”
“I’m kind of the opposite. If we’re going to do this, you’ll have to trust me to handle the details.”
A long moment passed before he said, “I guess it won’t hurt to try. I’d be willing to draw up a contract for you to organize, sell and repurpose my parents’ stuff. How do you feel about a sixty-forty split?”
“If I’m getting the forty, I can roll with that.”
He’d been thinking the split should go the other way, since she’d be doing a hundred percent of the work. “Okay, if that’s what you want. But it would be fairer if you took the bigger—”
“I take forty,” she interrupted. “I’d be happier with thirty. Forty seems really high.”
“Nope. That’s where I draw the line. I’d feel like I was taking advantage of you.”
She shrugged. “I’m guessing this is how nice people do business.”
They both laughed.
“For help with the river house, come up with a flat fee to charge me for your design ideas and dealing with the architect. I know what I like, but getting that across to folks—I’m not always the best communicator.”
She snorted and then clapped a hand over her mouth. He kind of loved that she did that. “That’s so not true. You’re easy to talk to. Maybe it’s the other people who are doing the bad listening.” She grinned.
“You might be right. So, good. Oh, and there’s one more thing.”
The grin disappeared.
“I know how to build a website. I did one for my mom’s business several years ago.” His friends called him a geek, but he was the go-to guy when computers, phones or anything else broke. He’d always liked tinkering with things, machines in general. He was a pilot, but he was also a fully vetted helicopter mechanic.
“Now you’re scaring me,” she said. And he could see that he really did. “You’re a little too perfect. Definitely an ax murderer, right?”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m far from perfect. Just ask anyone who knows me.” On the base he’d been reamed for not playing well with others. But he just liked to keep to himself. Though, he really had been trying to do better. The CO’s team-building events had forced it on him, but they’d also helped him to not be a complete loner, which was probably a plus.
“Honestly, ax murderer or not, I can’t wait to get started.” Then her face fell again.
“What?”
“Nothing. So, I can start tomorrow?”
“I gotta be on base by nine, but as long as you’re at my parents’ early, I can let you in. Before we head back there now, we can stop and get whatever you might need.”
That’s when it hit him. He’d helped her with the job situation—but she had nowhere to live.
And that was one line he wasn’t ready to cross.
CHELLY’S LIFE HAD done a one-eighty into awesome, but she wasn’t sure she could trust the feeling. Everything had been so rotten lately that she spent most of her time waiting for the other shoe to drop. But during her long drive from Tennessee, she’d promised herself that she’d start living in the moment again. Like she used to when she left college. Life had been better then, albeit a little on the gypsy side. She’d traveled the world and found odd jobs to fund the journey. Living in the here and now and taking advantage of opportunities had worked for her back then.
And maybe it would again. Mr. Marine had offered her an amazing opportunity. One that she would be silly to turn down. And it didn’t come with strings, which was beyond unusual. Matt was off gathering firewood for the pit, in order to roast the magical bag of marshmallows he’d had hidden in that Harley of his.
This guy. Well, she wasn’t sure what to think. It was so strange that all of this had happened. He was supernice, although she had a feeling he didn’t think of himself as such. But he’d already been so generous. Fixing her truck and taking her to the beach, offering to help her out.
He was right about his needing her expertise. Estate sale folks and resale shops would charge him huge fees. For the river house, she was determined he’d accept her modest one. She was already stoked about the ideas she had for the place.
She hadn’t lied. His pictures had sent her mind whirling.
“Here’s your stick,” he said.
She glanced up, confused. “I soaked it in the sea a bit so it won’t burn. Might make the marshmallows taste a little salty.”
She laughed. Right. “People pay a lot of money for sea salt marshmallows and sea salt caramel ones, too.”
His eyebrows drew together. “That’s a thing?”
“Sure.”
He held out a hand to her and she stood up. “Who knew we were making gourmet marshmallows in the fire pit?”
“Since we’re being honest with each other, I should admit that I can pretty much eat my weight in marshmallows. Easily a whole bag in one sitting. So, fair warning.”
“Oh, it’s so on,” he said. And then proceeded to put four marshmallows on his stick. She promptly put five on hers.
Laughing, she said, “Thanks. Today showed me that there are still good people in the world. I really needed to be reminded of that.”
“Hey, I feel the same. I guess it’s lucky that you like junk and that your truck conked out in front of my house. Uh, maybe that’s not so great, but at least you weren’t out on the highway or stuck in the middle of nowhere. There’s a lot of middle of nowheres between here and Nashville.”
“I know, right? Old Joe actually did me a favor. Maybe things are looking up.”
They were, but she still didn’t trust the feeling.
Live in the moment.
“So do you have a place to stay for the night?”
And there was the other shoe dropping. Sigh. Did he expect favors? He didn’t
