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After seeing her and Jess together this morning, after hearing Jess talk about committing a sin, Luke realized he wanted to murder anybody who got to touch her. Including his best friend. What exactly did that say about him?
No matter, he thought, picking up a hard hat. He had to go do his least favorite thing—eat some crow.
LUKE’S WORDS PLAGUED Jayne.
Why? So she can screw up more buildings?
Against her will, she remembered how he used to be her champion: You were right to stand up to the building inspector…Good for you, insisting the plumber change what he’d done wrong…Man, you are so smart about these plans. Nobody else saw what you did.
Now he thought she was a screwup.
On top of that, Luke’s pithy comment in the trailer had given her a preview of what she’d face if she was guilty…or maybe even if she wasn’t. Reputation was everything in the architectural world. When she started to panic at the thought of losing the most important thing in her life, the only thing in her life, she took deep breaths and tried to concentrate on the building around her. But Luke’s accusation hammered inside her head and she felt ill.
From the corner of her eye, she saw someone climbing down the ladder. Expecting Jess, Jayne was surprised to see Luke. He descended gracefully for such a big man. She’d always loved that about him—his agility, his gentleness for someone his size. When she began to remember what that meant in bed, she adjusted her hard hat over her eyes to cover her expression as he strode toward her. She had to stand up to him, but he’d taken the wind out of her sails earlier—which hadn’t been hard, because her self-confidence now was only a whisper of a breeze. Still, she steeled herself as he reached her.
“I’m sorry I said that. It was mean and uncalled-for.”
She hadn’t expected an apology, knew he hated to make them, and waited to hear what he’d say next.
“I was out of line, but what are you thinking to even consider working with Harmony Housing? I can’t imagine what Naomi will do when she finds out.”
Jayne shook her head. “I can see how sorry you are.”
“I’m not very good at apologizing.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t do it very often.”
“I remember.”
“I’m overprotective of Jess.”
She looked away. “My coming to Riverdale was a mistake.”
“Isn’t there somebody in California you could go to?”
Keeping her gaze averted, she shook her head.
“Why, Jayne?” His tone had softened, making her go mushy inside. “Why didn’t you ever find anybody out there to share your life with?”
“I won’t talk about that with you.”
“Why not?”
Because, once she’d left Luke and dated other guys, she’d realized if she couldn’t make it with him, she probably couldn’t make it with anyone else. And after two failed relationships, she’d thrown herself into her work and only dated casually.
He lifted a hand, dropped it in a helpless gesture. “Never mind. I don’t want to know about you and other men, anyway. Do what you want about staying. Especially if you have nowhere else to go.”
“Before Jess convinced me to stay, I was planning to go to my condo in Florida and work on new projects. Perhaps that was a good idea after all.”
“And be alone while the architectural board is making a decision?”
“I’m used to being alone.”
“I can’t fathom that.”
“Because you’ve always had your family and friends to depend on. You have no idea how lucky you are.”
“I’m sorry about that, Jayne.” He pulled off his hard hat to reveal spiky, wet hair. “I always hated how your family treated you.”
She lifted her chin. “Yes, well. None of that matters.” To change the subject, she pointed to the foundation. “I see you used concrete instead of cinder blocks. It’s not that popular in California.”
He tracked her gaze. “It sets faster, so we can get on with the house quicker.” He was silent a moment. “Look, stay in town if you want, but try to stay out of my way on the site, and I’ll do the same with you.”
She eyed him carefully, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
It did. “And try not to cause trouble between Naomi and Jess.” He shook his head. “I hope you both know what you’re doing.” He started toward the ladder without giving her a chance to respond.
As she watched him walk away, she wondered how she was going to be able to avoid Luke on the site. Given the current state of her affairs, she wasn’t sure she had the strength to take him on, too.
THAT AFTERNOON, Luke rounded the corner of the trailer and stopped short. Jayne stood near the flatbed truck that delivered the lumber, hefting one end of several two-by-fours bound together, while someone else picked up the wood in the truck. The load weighed way more than she could handle. Her face was flushed; sweat beaded on it. He strode over to her to shore up the beams.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked hotly as he took the brunt of the weight by standing in front of her and grabbing the long two-by-fours.
“I could ask you the same thing.” He waited until the lumber was set on the ground and the man was off the truck, then turned to the foreman of his general contracting crew, who also oversaw the volunteer work. “Ranaletti, why’d you let her haul this stuff? It weighs a ton.”
“She insisted.” Ranaletti was a good guy and seemed amused. “I thought she’d topple over at first lift. But she didn’t.”
In Luke’s peripheral view, he saw Jayne fume. She bent down, hoisted up the wood and nodded to the guy at the other end. “Let me help you get this over to the foundation, John.” She glared at Luke. “Then I can come back and fight with you.”
“I said I’d carry it.” Not only did her overexertion piss him off, he also wasn’t used to people questioning him on the site.
“Like hell. I was doing just fine until you rushed here on your white horse.”
He stared her down; she moved in closer and nudged him out of the way with her shoulder. “I mean it, Luke.”
Damn it. Let her pull a muscle. Maybe an injury would keep her out of the way. He stepped back.
Though her biceps strained, she carried the lumber—backward no less—over to the foundation. Yanking off her hard hat, she stalked back to him. Those violet eyes looked like purple flame and her damp hair gleamed in the sun. Her face was beet-red. Appealingly, Luke thought incongruously, as she was ready to ream him out. “Don’t you ever do that again.”
“Excuse me? I’ll run this site however I choose. I am the contractor.”
“Damn you, you said you’d stay out of my way. Or did you just mean I should stay out of yours?”
Actually, he had.
“Oh, God, you did.” She stood straight and threw back her shoulders. “Don’t interfere with what I’m doing.” Her expression was haughty and, despite her somewhat bedraggled appearance, she seemed like royalty. “In case you didn’t notice, I carried that just fine.”
He’d noticed. “You’re stronger than you used to be. So what?”
“FYI, I can bench-press my own weight and I run two miles every day. I’m in great shape.”
Because he couldn’t disagree with the proof of her buff body, and because curiosity got the better of him, he asked, “How come?”
“So,” she said, again like queen chiding her subject, “I don’t have to deal with chauvinists like you pushing the little lady out of the way.” She turned and walked back to the truck.
“Ooo-ee,” Ranaletti said, “she sure told you, boss.”
“The bitch.” This from Hank Herman, a framer who had no tact and never dealt well with women in construction.
“Man, how long is she going to be here?” Juan Gomez asked. He was a peacemaker and one of Luke’s favorite workers.
Luke faced his crew. They shouldn’t be letting loose with nasty comments, but since he’d just made an ass out of himself as an example, he didn’t correct them.
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