that’s kind of different.”
“I know, but she’s different. She’s strong and she’s savvy. I’ve never met anyone like her. She grew up with guys like me and she has no illusions. She’d rather not be attracted to me, but she is.”
“Nothing new there. That’s the story of your life ever since you hit puberty.”
“But Phil’s so practical about it. Instead of trying to make this into something it isn’t, she seems fine with having a great time for a few days and then going our separate ways.”
“But then there’s Rosie, who expects you to ride off into the sunset together.”
“Yeah. So, um...” Damon rubbed the back of his neck. “Would you consider talking to her about Phil and me?”
Cade chuckled and shook his head. “Nice try. That’s your job, and somehow you have to make it stick.”
“Phil understands how it is with me. Why can’t Rosie?”
“Because you’re one of her boys. She has definite ideas about how our lives should turn out. She’s a fixer. That was what got her into social work all those years ago, and what prompted her and Herb to turn the ranch into a foster home.”
“We’re damned lucky she’s a fixer,” Damon said. “She saved my bacon, that’s for sure.”
“She saved all of us, and she...well, she can’t stop trying to help. She thinks matching you up with Phil was a stroke of genius, and before you go blaming it all on Rosie, it was Lexi’s idea to start with.”
“Wait, there’s the plan! I don’t know why I didn’t think of it. I’ll talk to Lexi, who should understand given that she’s dragging her feet regarding you.”
“Hey! Tender subject.”
“Sorry. But see, I could talk to Lexi, and Lexi could talk to Rosie. How’s that?”
“It would have sounded great to me when we were in junior high.”
“Shit.” Damon sighed. “You’re right. I have to face Rosie, which will be damned embarrassing, and find a way to explain that Phil and I will be nothing more than friends with benefits.”
“Can I hide in the closet and listen?”
“No. And if there’s a rubber snake in my bed tonight I swear I’ll sneak over to Lexi’s duplex and duct-tape the front door while you two are in there doing it. So watch yourself.”
Cade just grinned at him. “It’s good to have you back, bro. Let’s go have another beer before we call it a night.”
“Sounds fine to me, but Lexi probably wants to take you home and have her way with you.”
“She probably does, but we need to drink another beer so she can slip out to your cabin and get rid of that rubber snake.”
PHIL WAS USED to hard work, but she’d never had the mingled pleasure and pain of constructing a cabin with Damon Harrison. The man provided gorgeous scenery, but she barely got to enjoy the view because he never let up. She’d thought her dad was a dedicated construction guy, but Damon had him beat by a country mile.
They started building the walls at dawn, a process similar in principle to the old Lincoln Logs set she’d had as a kid. Except these logs required a forklift to transfer them from the correct pile to the section of the cabin where they belonged. She suggested taking turns driving the forklift and he’d agreed immediately.
In general she had no complaints, except the man seemed to have no Off switch. She was determined to work at least as hard as he did, so they kept up a steady pace. First they put down a layer of caulk along the flat side where the logs joined. After they positioned the next log, they drove spikes through predrilled holes to make sure the walls were rock-solid.
They ran the electrical wires between the logs for a cleaner look, and Damon’s exacting measurements guaranteed they never drove a spike through a wire. When Phil had worked for her dad, they’d sometimes run into careless builders. She’d guessed from Damon’s emails that he wasn’t at all careless, but after the first few hours, she knew it for a fact.
Rosie brought them lunch at noon, and talking with her had been the only time Phil had been able to sit down all day. By the time they stowed the tools at six o’clock, they had walls that reached to her waist. At this rate Damon would be able to go back to California early if he chose to.
Any worries that she’d be distracted by the way his sweat-dampened T-shirt clung to his muscled chest or how his jeans cupped his firm ass when he leaned over to pick up a drill bit were pointless. She’d had no leisure time to enjoy those things, not unless she wanted to look like a slacker.
“Good.” Damon took off his straw cowboy hat and mopped his face with a bandanna as he gazed at the walls rising from the foundation. “This was the height I wanted to reach today.”
Phil stopped drinking water from a large jug and looked at him. “I didn’t know you had daily goals for this project.”
“It didn’t seem necessary before, when I thought...”
“When you thought I was a man?” She was hot and tired and in no mood. “But with a woman you need daily goals? What the hell is that about?”
“Hey, hey, hey. That’s not what I meant at all. You’ve worked faster and more efficiently than any guy I know. I’m blown away by what you can accomplish.”
She was somewhat mollified. “So I guess you can forget about the goal thing, now that you know I can cut it.”
“Nope.” He put on his sweat-stained hat. “I set up ambitious production goals to keep me on track. Thinking about the job last night, and knowing how you affect my concentration, I decided some benchmarks would help me stay focused.”
“You didn’t seem to lack concentration today.” A breeze wafted through the meadow, and she fanned her damp T-shirt to take advantage of it. “I’ve never worked with anyone who concentrated on the job as hard as you do.”
He gave her a long, slow grin.
“What?”
“Then I must have hidden it well.” His smile widened. “Props to me.”
“Hidden what well?”
“You didn’t catch me watching you?”
“No.”
“Excellent.”
“When were you watching me?”
“A lot. Whenever you leaned over to spread the caulk, and especially when you drilled holes for the spikes.”
“There’s nothing sexy about using a power drill.” Not true. Damon with a power drill would have been extremely sexy if she’d
