wouldn’t do—”
The screech of nails pulling from wood interrupted Tyler’s warning. Her eyes widened and her arms flapped as she tried to regain her balance, but it was a losing battle. The entire section of railing fell to the ground, and an instant later she landed on top of it.
Dropping the hammer, Tyler bolted to the end of the porch. The color was drained from her face, making her eyes appear darker in contrast, and her mouth was moving, but no words were coming out—just short, gasping breaths. He knelt beside her but didn’t touch her. The back of her head had connected with the ground, and the railing had broken her fall across the middle of her back. At best, she was going to have some nasty bruises. At worst…
She took a breath, long and quavering, and tears gathered in her eyes. If she started crying, he was outta there. He would go home, call Rebecca, then disappear into the woods with Diaz and Cameron. He’d comforted all the weepy females any man should have to face by the time he was ten; he was out of the business. He didn’t even remember how. Hell, he’d never even known how to comfort a stranger.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his tone more curt than he’d intended.
She took a steadier breath and slowly sat up. It was awkward lying half on the ground, half on the railing. Touching her was even more awkward, but he did it, lifting her to her feet, holding her until she was steady enough to stand on her own. The instant he let go, she sank down on the porch and scooted back with a wince. There was color in her face again, bright red to match the shirt she’d worn earlier.
“I was thinking I’d rather park at the side of the house than out front,” she remarked in a shaky voice. “Now all I need is some steps here, and I can do that. Easiest bit of demolition I’ve ever done.”
“Yeah. Well, next time, ask and I’ll show you a less painful way to do it.”
She smiled thinly as she moved experimentally, then quickly became still again. “That’s a good idea. But let’s pretend there won’t be a next time. Hell, let’s pretend there wasn’t a this time. Okay?”
Pretend that she hadn’t fallen. That he hadn’t helped her up. Hadn’t held her hand in his.
“Okay,” he agreed.
Yeah. Sure. Like he was going to forget it.
Jayne hurt—from the bump on her head all the way down to her little toes. Small-town living wasn’t supposed to be hazardous to her health. She was going to be black-and-blue tomorrow, to go along with all the muscle aches from yesterday. She’d be lucky if she could sit at the computer long enough to do anything besides check her e-mail.
She shifted position, and a tiny moan escaped her, enough to make Tyler, finishing up with the step, look her way. His expression was mixed—some concern but mostly discomfort. “Do you need to see a doctor?” he asked after hammering in the last nail.
“No, I’m fine. Just a little sore.”
“You hit your head.”
She raised her hand to the lump there and winced. “Yeah, but I didn’t lose consciousness. I’m fine.” It was true, too, except for the headache that was starting to throb. And the tender place right across her middle in back where the rail cap had broken her fall. She was convinced she could feel it swelling and purpling even as she sat there.
“There’s one of those twenty-four-hour clinics about thirty miles from here.”
She smiled and stood up. “Really, I’m all right.” It was nothing a few aspirin tablets and a hot bath wouldn’t cure.
He was watching her, gaze narrowed, as if he didn’t quite believe her. Of course, distrust went with the tortured past of a dark, brooding hero. Fortunately, before he could pursue the subject further, Lucy came bursting out of the house.
Stopping at the top of the steps, she planted her hands on her hips. “You finished without me! I was gonna hold the nails for you!”
Jayne took a few cautious steps away from the porch. When she didn’t trip, sway or feel even the slightest dizziness, she bent to pick up the railing section. Long nails protruded from one end, top and bottom, curving outward in an oddly graceful way. Only one nail remained at the other end, rusted and bent only near the tip, while the wood where the top nail should have been was gone.
“Do you really want steps here?”
She looked up to find Tyler standing a few feet away. Her daughter stood behind him, feet planted as his were, hand on her hip, other hand resting on the porch floor, as his were, even though the porch floor was level with her nose. Jayne smiled faintly at the sight. Lucy liked role models. For two years she’d pounded away on a toy computer while Jayne wrote, and whenever she visited her grandparents, she wore an apron around the house and said things like “Mercy me” and “Goodness gracious.” The one person she’d never mimicked was Greg. But then, she’d always copied adults.
“Well?” Tyler prompted.
With a blink, Jayne refocused on the section of railing in her hands. “Can I just stick this railing back up there?” she asked.
He shook his head. “This is rotted and it’s split here and here. You’d have to replace both these pieces. You can buy a premade section and put that up or…” He gazed away, his jaw tight, before finishing. “Or we can do new steps if it’s what you really want. It’s not a big job.”
She hesitantly said, “I can pay you for your time.”
Something crossed his face, then disappeared. “No, you can’t,” he said shortly. “Do you want the steps or not?”
“Yes, please.” Her voice was small. She took a breath to strengthen it. “I can help you.”
A muscle twitched in his jaw an instant before he said, “Lucy will help. Won’t you, Lucy?”
Her daughter’s head bobbed.
Tyler glanced at his watch. “I’ll get my truck and load those rugs, drop them off, then stop by the feed store—they sell lumber, too. They should be finished by this evening.”
Jayne nodded, but he was already walking back to the front steps to gather his tools. Lucy matched him stride for stride, then stood on the new step and watched as he left. As Jayne climbed the steps, she caught her daughter’s hand and pulled her, backward, into the house with her. “Did you do everything I asked you to?”
“I got dressed. And I put on shoes.” Lucy stuck one foot into the air to show a pink sneaker with elastic laces. “And I brushed my hair.” Grabbing handfuls of it, she lifted it into the air, then let go. Some of it stayed up.
“And did you brush your teeth?”
Clamping her lips together, Lucy garbled an answer.
“Go brush your teeth.” Jayne gave her a push toward the bathroom, then went into the kitchen to take some aspirin. The muscle aches were getting better the more she moved. She hoped the headache would improve, as well. Otherwise, she was in for a fun day with Tyler hammering and Lucy helping. Not that she would complain even if her head exploded.
Tyler was the most responsible man she
