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“I get it, but you’re wrong.” Rafe took a bite of his truly excellent burger and after chewing, added, “I’m not carrying a torch for Leslie. It’s over. Done. She’s a mother, for God’s sake.” And if he was to be honest, he hadn’t really missed her when she left. So what did that say about him?
“Yet, you’re still living in a hotel suite making do with the occasional date with a beautiful airhead.”
“I like living in a hotel and they’re not all airheads.”
“Good argument.”
“Look,” Rafe said, reaching for his beer. “Katie’s a nice woman, but she’s off limits.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because she’s got white picket fence written all over her,” Rafe explained. “She’s the settle-down-and-get-married type and I’ve already proven I’m not.”
Sean shook his head and sighed. “For a smart guy, you’re not real bright, are you?”
“Thanks for the support.”
“You want support?” Sean asked, digging into his burger. “Then stop being an idiot.”
“Shut up. I tried the happily-ever-after thing and it blew up in my face. Not going to do it again.”
“Did you ever consider that maybe the reason it didn’t work was because you married the wrong woman?”
Rafe didn’t even bother answering that jibe. What would have been the point?
Monday morning, the guys were still fighting with the pipes and Katie was ready for a week in Tahiti. She’d hardly slept all weekend. Though the peace and quiet were great, she’d been so busy filling cookie orders she hadn’t had time to appreciate it.
Now she sipped at a cup of coffee and winced every time the whine of a drill shrieked into the air.
“The noise is worst the first week,” someone from nearby said.
She turned to look at Joe Hanna, the contractor. “You’re just saying that so I won’t run away.”
He grinned. “Once the new pipes and drains are installed, the rest will be easier for you to live with. I promise.”
He had no sooner made that vow when a shout came from the kitchen. “Arturo! Shut off the water! Off! Off!”
“Crap.” Joe hustled across the yard just behind Rafe while Arturo sprinted for the water shutoff valve out front. Katie was hot on Joe’s heels and stepped into the kitchen in time to see Steve crouched over a pipe with water spraying out of it like a fountain in Vegas.
Katie backed out of their way while the men grabbed towels. Then Arturo got the water off and the three men in the kitchen were left standing around as what looked like the incoming tide rolled across the floor and under the house.
“That fitting wasn’t on there right, damn it,” Steve muttered and dropped through the hole in the floor.
“Should have checked it out with the water on low,” Joe pointed out and got a glare from Rafe in response.
“What happened?” Katie asked and both men turned to look at her.
“Nothing huge,” Joe assured her. “Just got to tighten things up. Looks worse than it is.”
Katie hoped so, because it looked like a lake was in her kitchen and she couldn’t think that was a good thing.
Joe slapped one hand on Rafe’s shoulder and said, “I should have checked his work personally before we tested it. Rafe’s been out of the game for a while, so he may be rusty. But he’s got potential.”
Katie saw the flicker of annoyance cross Rafe’s features and she shared it.
“Isn’t Steve the plumber?” she asked pointedly.
“Yeah,” Joe said, “but Rafe did the joint work on that pipe.”
“It was fine,” Rafe said. “That shouldn’t have happened.”
“Sure, sure,” Joe told him, then looked at Katie. “My fault. Like I said, I should have kept a closer eye on the new guy’s work.”
Rafe was biting his tongue, no doubt worried about defending himself and maybe losing his job. Then she realized that he could be fired anyway, if Joe decided that his work was too sloppy. So before she could stop herself, she stepped in to defend him. “Rafe does excellent work. He set up my temporary kitchen, allowing me to keep my business going. He’s stayed late everyday cleaning up and making sure I’m inconvenienced as little as possible. I’m sure that whatever happened with that pipe was unavoidable.”
“Yeah,” a voice came rumbling up from under the house. “Found the problem. The first joint worked itself loose, so the water had to go somewhere. My bad. I’ll get it fixed and we’ll be back in business.”
Katie gave Joe a look that said quite clearly, See? You blamed the wrong man. She smiled at Rafe and left them to clean up the mess and get back to work.
“What was that all about?” Joe wondered.
Steve poked his head up from under the floorboards and smiled widely. “Sounds to me like the boss lady has a thing for Rafe. Lucky bastard.”
“Shut up, Steve,” Rafe said, but his gaze was locked on the empty doorway where Katie had been standing only a moment before.
Joe was riding him because he could and Rafe would take it because it was all part of the bet he’d lost. Good-natured teasing was all part of working a job. But Katie’s defense of him had surprised him. Hell, he couldn’t even remember the last time someone had stood up for him—not counting his half-brothers and cousins.
Katie Charles was like no one he’d ever met before. She didn’t want anything from him. Wasn’t trying to get on his good side. But then, that was because she thought his name was Rafe Cole.
It would be an entirely different story if she knew he was a King.
Three
Rafe was late getting to the job site.
Despite the bet he was in the process of paying off, he had his regular job to do, too. And dealing with a supplier who wasn’t coming through for them was one of the tasks he enjoyed most.
“Look Mike,” he said, tightening his grip on the phone. “You said we’d have the doors and windows on site at the medical complex by noon yesterday.”
“Is it my fault if things got hung up on the East Coast?”
“Probably not,” Rafe conceded, “but it’s your fault if you don’t get this straightened out in the next—” he checked his watch “—five hours.”
“That’s impossible,” the older man on the other end of the line argued.
“All depends on how determined you are, now doesn’t it?” Rafe wasn’t going to listen to the man’s excuses. This was the second time Mike Prentice had failed to come through for King Construction. It would be the last.
Rafe didn’t put up with failure. Mistakes happened to everyone, he knew that. But if a man couldn’t keep track of his own business, then he was too disorganized to count on. The Kings required the people they worked with to have the same diligence they showed. “You have the materials at the job site by end of day today.”
“Or …?” Mike asked.
A slow smile curved his mouth. Mike couldn’t see it, but he must have heard it when Rafe answered, “You really don’t want to know, do you?”
“Things happen, Rafe,” the man continued to try to defend himself. “I can’t stay on top of every supplier I have, you know.”
“Don’t see why not,” Rafe countered. “I do.”
“Right. Well, I’m betting that every once in a while someone stiffs the Kings, too.”
“Yeah, they do.” He glanced around his office at King Construction, already moving on from this particular problem. “But it doesn’t happen often and it never repeats itself. This isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation, Mike. I took your explanation last time, but this is your second chance. I guarantee you, we’ll never have this discussion again. If you can’t get the supplies to us in five hours, King Construction will find a new supplier for this job.”
“Now just wait a minute, let’s not be hasty.”
“You get one second chance with King Construction, Mike,” Rafe told him flatly. “And this was it. Now, you have the materials there, as we agreed, or I’ll put the word out to every construction outfit in the state that you can’t be trusted. How many jobs you think you’ll get then?”
A long moment of tense silence passed while the other man did some fast thinking. Rafe knew what was going through the guy’s mind. He’d already ruined his rep with the Kings, but he still had hundreds of other construction outfits to do business with. Unless he messed this up further.
“It’ll be there,” the man said, but he didn’t sound happy about it. “You’re a hard man, Rafe.”
“You should’ve remembered that, Mike.”
Rafe hung up then, leaned back in his desk chair and spun it around until he could look out the window at the ocean scene stretching out in front of him. The King Construction building sat directly on Pacific Coast Highway and each of the brothers had an office with a view. One of the perks of being an owner.
Another perk was reaming guys who failed them.
Standing up, Rafe leaned one hand on the window, feeling the cool of the glass seep into his skin. Was he a hard man? He supposed so.
His ex-wife sure as hell thought so.
Just another reason for him to keep his distance from Katie Charles.
A woman like that didn’t need a hard man in her life.
“Now, isn’t this a nice view?”
Katie rolled her eyes and laughed at her grandmother. “You’re impossible.”
Emily O’Hara grinned, fluffed her stylishly trimmed silver hair and then winked at her granddaughter. “Honey, if you don’t like looking at handsome men, they might as well bury you.”
They were standing at the edge of the yard, watching the action. The men worked together seamlessly, each of them concentrating on a certain area, then helping each other out when needed. Naturally, Nana had noticed Rafe right away, but Katie could hardly blame her. The man was really worth watching.
Katie’s gaze went directly to Rafe, on the opposite side of the yard. Since that morning when she’d stood up for him to Joe, Rafe had been avoiding her. She couldn’t quite figure out why, either. Maybe it was a guy thing, embarrassing to have a woman defend his honor? She smiled to herself at the thought.
“Well, well. I can see now that you’re doing plenty of noticing.” She draped one arm around Katie’s shoulders. “He’s quite the hunk, isn’t he?”
“Hunk?” Katie repeated with a laugh.
“You betcha. The question is, what’re you going to do about it?”
“What can I do?” Katie watched Rafe as he grinned at something Arturo said and she felt a delicious flutter in the pit of her stomach.
“Honestly,” Nana said with a shake of her head, “youth really is wasted on the wrong people. Katie, if you want him, go for it.”
“He’s not a cookie I can grab and wrap up.”
“Who said anything about wrapping him up?” Nana laughed and advised, “I was thinking more that you should unwrap him. Just grab him and take a bite. Life’s too short, honey. You’ve got to enjoy it while you can.”
“Unbelievably enough,” Katie said, “I’m not as freewheeling as my grandmother.”
“Well, you could be.” Nana shook her head and said, “I loved your grandfather, honey, but he’s been gone a long time and I’m still alive and kicking. And, so are you. You’ve been burying yourself in your work for so long, it’s a wonder you can step outside without squinting into the sun like a mole.”
“I’m not that bad!”
“Didn’t used to be,” her grandmother allowed. “Until that Cordell twisted you all up.”
Katie frowned at the reminder.
“There’s a whole wide world full of people out there and half of them are men,” Nana told her. “You can’t let one bad guy ruin your opinion on an entire gender.”
Is that what she was doing? Katie wondered. She didn’t think so. Sure, Cordell King had hurt her, but she wasn’t hiding. She was working. Building her business. Just because she hadn’t been on a date in … good night. She hadn’t been on an actual date with an actual man since Cordell and that was more than six months ago now.
How had that happened?
She used to be fun.
She used to call her friends and go out.
She used to have a life.
“Oooh, here comes the cute one,” her grandmother whispered.
Katie came out of her thoughts and watched Rafe approaching them. He wasn’t cute, she thought. He was dark and dangerous and so sexy just watching him walk made her toes curl. Golden retrievers were cute.
Rafe was … tempting.
“What’d you say his name was?”
“Rafe. Rafe Cole.”
“Hmm …”
Katie looked at her grandmother, but the woman’s expression was carefully blank. Which usually meant there was something going on in Nana’s mind that she didn’t want anyone else to know about. But before Katie could wriggle the information out of her, Rafe was standing in front of them. She made the introductions, then Rafe spoke up.
“I just wanted to tell you that we’ll be shutting down early tonight. Joe’s got a meeting and he wants Arturo and Steve there.”
“Not you?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No reason for me to be there. I’m just a worker bee. Anyway,” he said, with a smile for her grandmother, “it was nice to meet you.”
