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“I swear, it’s going to be fine.”
“I think I’m more likely to faint than panic,” Andi admitted. “I can’t believe how much you got done in a day.”
“Isn’t it great? All our other jobs got delayed for one reason or another. Our entire team was here doing demo.”
“Lucky me.”
She was too shocked to do much more than take in his long legs and broad shoulders. The man looked good in jeans, she thought absently, telling herself she would appreciate his easy good looks later. When her heart had started beating again.
“I feel violated,” she admitted. That morning, she’d had a house. Now there was little more than a frame. Where did it go?
He put his hand on her arm. “Think of it as a good thing. The sooner everything is gone, the sooner we can get it put back together. Isn’t there a medical way for you to relate?”
“Only if we want to talk about my house in terms of it being an infection that has to be cut out.”
He shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Yeah, that’s not going to make me feel much better.” Andi dropped her purse on the bottom stair. “Is there more ripping apart to be done?”
“Just the part of the hardwood floor that has to come up. We’ll refinish it later.”
Andi knew they’d talked about saving the floor and reusing it in the attic. “I’m glad I wasn’t here to see the deconstruction.”
“It was loud.”
He sounded cheerful. It was probably easier when the home being destroyed wasn’t your own, she thought.
“Come on,” he said, motioning to the rear of the house. “Let me show you what we’re thinking about for the employee break room. If you’re still interested in the mini-kitchen.”
She followed him, her gaze dropping to his heretofore-mentioned butt. Laura was right, Andi thought, her gaze lingering. Wade’s was pretty darned nice. Must be all the physical labor he did in a day.
“We were thinking cabinets here, with a counter. Single sink, but a deep one, a refrigerator.”
He indicated where each item would go.
“Lockers on this wall and more storage under the window. That would give you a second, long counter if you have buffet-style work parties.”
“How do you know about work parties?” she asked, smiling at him. “Is there a lot of that in construction?”
“Sure. We like theme parties. You know, tropical getaway or a costume party at Halloween.” He winked at her. “My foreman likes to dress up like Marilyn Monroe.”
“Does he?”
Wade grinned. “We’ve done business remodelings before. It’s always a good idea to keep the employees happy, and the mini-kitchens are usually well received.”
“I like it.”
“Good.” He studied her for a second. “How are you settling in with Dr. Harrington? He driving you crazy talking about his son?”
“Does everyone know about that?”
“Pretty much. You should have seen the college graduation pictures from a few years back.”
“I’m doing well,” she said. “Everyone has been very friendly. I have lots of patients. There seems to be demand for a pediatrician around here.”
“Lucky for you. Did you always want to be a doctor?”
She thought about her family and how there hadn’t been much of a choice. “Pretty much.”
“Your parents must be proud.”
They were more disappointed than anything, she thought. But that was difficult to explain to people who didn’t know how she’d grown up. Those who weren’t acquainted with her family assumed that they thought she was smart and successful. She wasn’t going to admit to hunky Wade that when compared with what her parents and siblings had accomplished, she was something of a slacker.
“My mother would have liked me to be a surgeon,” she said, knowing that wasn’t exactly the truth. Her mother would have liked her to specialize even more than that.
“Someone needs to talk to her about her standards,” Wade said. “I have a daughter. She’s twelve. Right now she has a different career idea every week, but not once has she mentioned being a doctor. I’d sure be thrilled if she did.”
“She doesn’t have to decide for a while.”
“That’s true. She’s growing up too fast as it is.” His dark gaze settled on her face. “What’s it like to be the smartest person in the room?”
“I’m hardly that.”
“You are right now.”
She laughed. “You forget you rescued me from a wild bat. Being smart didn’t help with him. Or her. I didn’t get that close a look.”
“Me, either,” Wade said.
“Regardless, you’re my hero for that.”
“I like the idea of being someone’s hero. Remember that tomorrow morning when you walk downstairs and see all this. It’ll keep you from freaking out.”
Andi was less sure about that, but she would make the effort.
He glanced at his watch. “I’ve got to get home, but I didn’t want to leave until we’d spoken.”
“Afraid I’d run screaming into the night?”
“Just trust me on this, Andi. It’s going to get better. In a few weeks, you won’t recognize the place.”
“I do trust you,” she said, caught up in his words.
Oddly enough, she did trust Wade. Which made her an idiot. She’d trusted Matt and he’d left her standing at the altar. Not that Wade was like her fiancé. Nor were they dating. He was her contractor and...
“Andi?”
She blinked. “Sorry. I drifted.”
“I could tell. It’s sort of charming. Just don’t do it when you drive.”
“I’m very focused behind the wheel.”
He looked at her, as if he was going to say something else. “We should go out” would be nice. Or “I want to kiss you senseless and then make wild love to you” was an even better option, she thought hazily.
No, she reminded herself. She’d moved here to avoid the whole boy-girl disaster, remember? No men. Which meant no sex. Or at least no sex with anyone else. How depressing.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He would what? Oh, right. “Sure. Tomorrow. Have a nice night.”
“You, too.”
He smiled and walked past her. She gave in to temptation and turned to watch him go. Yup, Laura had been right, she told herself. The man had a very fine butt. In fact, all of him was very nice.
Unfortunately, he had yet to show the slightest interest in her. Not even a flicker. Was it her? Matt had always been trying to change her. To get her to dress more sexy and act more wild. Should she have listened?
Did she have an aura only men could see saying she was boring? It wouldn’t surprise her. She hadn’t been very good at relationships back in high school. She’d struggled to maintain a straight-A average in college, which hadn’t left much free time. Then she’d met Matt the week before she started medical school. She didn’t exactly have a world of dating experience to fall back on.
Not that it mattered, she told herself, heading to the stairs. She was going man-free now. A single, self-actualized woman embarking on a bat-free adventure. That was her.
Still, she wouldn’t say no to Wade on the kissing front. If he happened to ever ask.
Chapter Seven
ANDI CHANGED HER clothes and went back downstairs to more closely inspect her naked house. The sun was still several hours from setting, and the air was stuffy. She opened the few windows that hadn’t been boarded shut, then went out front and sat on the porch.
From her newly favorite spot to quietly think, she couldn’t see the demolition. Instead she could imagine what it would be like when it was finished. The whole place painted, the yard restored... Both her neighbors had beautiful yards. She wasn’t looking to compete, but she needed her place to not be an embarrassment to the tiny neighborhood.
She’d nearly summoned the energy to start doing some research when a very large cat came out from around the side of her house and strolled toward her.
“Hello,” she said as the cat approached. “Who are you?”
The cat walked up the stairs and sat next to Andi, his or her expression expectant. The cat had on a collar. She reached for the tag.
“Pickles,” she said as she read the single word. “Not exactly a clear statement of gender. Hello, Pickles.”
She let the cat sniff her fingers, then stroked the animal’s face. Pickles leaned into her touch for a few seconds, then collapsed on the porch, as if settling in for a long petting session.
“Obviously you’re not afraid of people, are you?”
“That’s our cat.”
Andi glanced up and saw a girl standing by the stairs. She was probably nine or ten, with long blond hair and glasses framing her big blue eyes.
“Pickles?” Andi smiled. “That’s a fun name.”
“Madison named him, but she was just a baby. Mom says I was born then, but I don’t remember. I’m Lucy.”
“Hi, Lucy. I’m Andi Gordon. It’s nice to meet you.”
Lucy gave her a tentative smile as she eased forward. Andi shifted on the stairs to make room.
Andi remembered what she’d heard about Lucy’s mother at lunch. No one seemed especially fond of Deanna, which made Andi uncomfortable. She didn’t want to make assumptions about someone she’d never met. Maybe Deanna was just one of those prickly people with a good heart.
“I’m having a lot of work done on my house,” Andi said, then wrinkled her nose. “I hope it’s not too loud.”
“I don’t think so. My mom hasn’t said anything.” The girl glanced up at her. “I’m glad you bought the house. It’s been lonely all by itself.”
“That’s what I thought, too. And the other houses are so pretty.”
“It’s hard to be in the middle.”
“Are you in the middle in your family?”
Lucy nodded, keeping her attention on the cat. “I have four sisters. I’m the second oldest. The youngest two are twins.”
“Wow. That’s a lot of girls. Twins can be a handful.”
“That’s what Mom says.” Lucy looked up again. “Mom wanted a boy, but we got Sydney and Savannah instead. I don’t think Daddy cared. He says he has the best girls.”
Andi smiled. “I’m sure he does. Who wouldn’t want a family like that?”
Lucy sighed. “My best friend moved away over spring break. Her dad got a job in Texas. She wants me to come visit this summer. Mom thinks I’m too young to go.”
“I’m sorry,” Andi told her. “It’s hard to lose a friend.” Especially in the middle of the school year, when all the social groups were already established. She wanted to say that Lucy would have an easier time in the fall, but to a girl her age, September must be a lifetime away.
Lucy nodded. She pushed up her glasses. “My mom’s been crying a lot,” she said in a low voice. “In her room, so we’re not supposed to know.”
Andi winced. “That must be difficult.”
“It is. Madison says Daddy should leave her and take us with him, but I don’t want that. I want to stay here. Like it is.” She hesitated. “Maybe a little better.”
Andi wanted to pull the girl close and hug her. Lucy was obviously going through a lot. But they didn’t know each other, and she wasn’t sure the show of support would be welcome.
“It’s hard when moms cry,” she said instead. “When my mom cried, I always felt anxious inside. Like my tummy wasn’t right.”
Lucy stared at her. “I know. It’s almost like I want to throw up.”
“Sometimes parents can work things out.”
“I hope so.” Lucy looked at her house. “It’s going to be dinner soon and I can’t be late.” She scooped up Pickles and stood.
“Thanks for coming by,” Andi told her. “Come over anytime.”
Lucy flashed a smile that shifted her face from ordinary to luminous. “Okay. Bye.”
“Bye.”
