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“Six years ago, she offered him a job as manager of her firm—one with a big salary. When he considered taking it, I freaked out. Things got so bad between us that I threatened to leave him, so he turned the offer down and finally promised me he wouldn’t see her anymore.”
“I didn’t know that. I thought they just drifted apart. Or she got too rich and famous to bother with him anymore.”
“Yeah, well, it was tough all around. My father was in rehab, and his women friends made no bones about visiting him there. My brother was mired in his own marital problems and I was a wreck. So Jess agreed not to see Jayne and I agreed to get some counseling. Except…” She bit her lip. “He did talk to her periodically, but even that dwindled. The only caveat was he told her—and me—that if she ever needed him, he’d be there for her. I, um, agreed to that.”
Damn it to hell. Luke was pissed he hadn’t known all this. They’d kept everything from him.
“Things were so good without the shadow of Jayne Logan in our lives. Why did she have to come back now?”
“She’s in trouble.”
“I figured it had to be something like that. What happened?”
“The walkway of a gallery she designed collapsed. There’s an investigation going on that she can’t be part of, so she came here. For emotional support.”
“Damn. I thought maybe she’d have to get back to her glamorous life.” Naomi shook her head, sending the bob of her hair swirling. “Is she guilty?”
“Most likely. People cut corners all the time.”
“You and Jess don’t at Harmony Housing.”
“No, we don’t.” But Luke had done his share of compromising in his other life and learned his lesson.
Naomi rubbed her temples. “Let’s change the subject. This is giving me a headache. How’s work?”
“Good. I like contracting for Harmony Housing.”
Though he used to take on other projects, Luke now worked exclusively for his best friend’s organization because they’d just gotten approval for twenty units.
Naomi shook her head and sipped her glass of wine. “You work too cheaply for Harmony.”
“Nah.” He smiled. “The foundation’s done for the first house. We start framing on Monday.”
“Jess loves working with you, Luke.”
“I feel the same way. As an added bonus, I can find some jobs for Corrine’s husband.”
“Belle said they’re having a hard time making ends meet.”
“I wouldn’t know. When I asked Corky, she told me to mind my own business.” He shook his head. “Something’s going on with her and Cal, I think, but none of the girls know what. Corky can be pretty private. Probably comes with being the oldest.”
“Poor Luke, still getting bossed around by his four big sisters.”
He chuckled.
The crickets chirped in the yard and they listened to them for a while in companionable silence. Then Naomi asked, “How’s Erica?”
“Not seeing her anymore. I’m dating Elise Jenkins.” He was quiet. “Erica wanted a commitment.”
“Luke, you’re thirty-eight years old. You should be thinking about settling down.”
“I tried. Didn’t work out.”
“Because you picked somebody from your other world to get engaged to.”
“I’m doing okay for now, Nay.”
“You want kids.”
“Yeah, I do. But I content myself with yours and my sisters’ to spoil.”
“The Pied Piper of Riverdale.”
“Want me to go over to Eleanor’s and lure Jess home?”
“The very fact that you’d have to do that makes me sick. No, he’ll come when he’s ready.”
Reaching over, Luke took her hand. “It’ll be okay.”
“Sure.”
Too bad neither one of them believed his reassurance.
CHAPTER FOUR
LUKE STOOD OVER the foundation of the new Harmony Housing and felt a sense of anticipation, as he always did at the beginning of a construction project. He savored the smell of newly poured concrete for the basement. When the outer shell took shape—the joists and girders, the frame and the plywood, and finally the roof—he experienced a father’s pride for what he’d lovingly created. He’d never told anybody about his sense of connection with the buildings he helped put up, not even Timmy or, now, Jess.
“Looking good, isn’t it?” His brother-in-law Cal Sorvino had come up to him. Cal appeared tired this morning, and Luke noticed again how much weight the man had gained.
“Yeah.” Luke tipped back his hard hat, feeling the sweat on his scalp. April had turned into no-coat weather. “Was it okay helping out with the foundation?”
Cal ducked his head, embarrassed. “Yeah, sure. We need the money, with Louie going to college next year.”
Luke bit back his opinion. Cal was an electrician and good at what he did, but with the economy not doing well, there weren’t a ton of jobs in his field, especially in the winter. Still, he should be making ends meet, but he wasn’t good at managing his money. Luke’s sister Corky did her best—she worked full-time as a paralegal—but for as long as Luke could remember, they’d had financial problems. And unbeknownst to Corky, Luke gave Cal money periodically. “You’re industrious, Cal, taking on construction.”
“Not all of us have stashes in the bank.”
Stiffening, Luke glanced away. He’d made more money than he’d ever need in those years overseas, then again when he returned to the U.S. and joined Madison Conglomerates. The cash had flowed freely, but so had the booze and cocaine. He’d been able to handle the latter, but Timmy hadn’t.
Cal said, “I see you hired on Mick O’Malley.”
“Yeah.” Luke’s gaze strayed to Timmy’s older brother. Unlike Cal, Mick was thin and his shoulders were perennially hunched. “He’s strapped, too.”
“He hates your guts.”
“He’s got a reason.”
“No, he doesn’t. Timmy’s drug use wasn’t your fault.”
Of course it was. Luke had been busy himself, trying to get ahead, and then Jayne Logan had entered his life and he’d got wrapped up in her, spent as much time with her as she’d allowed. If he hadn’t been so enthralled with her, maybe Timmy…
Luke was distracted from the thought when Jess’s Jeep pulled up to the site. He wondered how things had gone over the weekend with Naomi. Jess climbed out of the driver’s side, wearing an outfit similar to Luke’s—jeans, work boots and a navy-blue T-shirt that read Live in Harmony.
Then the passenger door opened and Jayne slid out of that side. What the hell was Jess doing bringing her to the site? She wore jeans, too, and a Harmony T-shirt that fit her…nicely. A blinding burst of lust came out of nowhere and slammed into Luke as he remembered exploring every single inch of her.
“Hey, guys.” Jess looked as if he hadn’t gotten much sleep, but he managed a smile.
“Jess.” Luke tipped his hard hat to Jayne. “Hi. What brings you here?”
Jayne glanced at Jess. “I came to see Jess’s project. I’ve never been to a Harmony Housing site.” When Luke didn’t respond, she asked, “You head the construction, right?”
Luke nodded to his truck, where Corelli Contracting was scrawled across the door. “Yeah.”
Jess grinned. “He runs the show, is what he does. Gives me time for paperwork and supervision.”
“You’ve hunted up a bricklayer and hammered a few nails yourself,” Luke said.
“Not like you.” Jess leaned closer to Jayne. “Luke usually works alongside whoever he hires.”
“A real man’s man.”
“Yep,” Jess said, his tone full of pride. Apparently he’d missed the sarcasm of her quip.
“Come on, Jaynie.” Jess tugged on her arm. “Let me show you the plans for this set of houses. We’re building twenty-five, and ten of them are in this tract.”
Sadness flitted across Jayne’s face. Briefly, Luke wondered what it would be like to be kept from doing the job you loved. He felt a stab of guilt for not having more sympathy for her, especially when he recalled how vulnerable she had been when he’d first met her in New York.
They walked away and Luke stared after them, mesmerized by the gentle sway of Jayne’s hips until he heard a low whistle behind him. Pivoting, he found one of the framers, a young man in his twenties, tracking his gaze. “Andy, I’d watch that if I were you. Sexual harassment is illegal these days.”
Andy snorted. “I saw you undressin’ her with your eyes, boss.”
Shit. He turned and headed over to a nearby truck, where workers were unloading steel girders. Time for some physical labor if his attraction to Jayne Logan was that easy to spot.
SEATED IN Jess’s trailer at a table by the window, Jayne pored over the plans for the low-income units Harmony Housing was building. She always did this on her own projects—checked the specs, the slopes and the dimensions like a mother carefully going over her child’s weight, height and girth. What on earth would Jayne do if she lost her babies and couldn’t design buildings anymore? If the architectural board found gross negligence? Or just plain stupidity?
Jess put his hands on her shoulders. “You’ll get to do it again, Jaynie.”
“You always could read my mind.”
He dropped down next to her. “It’s written all over your face.” An encouraging smile. “I can help you wait this out.”
“I’m still not sure…”
“Don’t you want to be part of Harmony Housing? The volunteers always need help.”
Jayne ran her fingers over the blue-lined drawings. “Truthfully, I want to. But it’s not the best thing for you.”
“Can we please get off that?”
“No. Think of how Naomi would react if I was working with you every day.”
He drew in an exasperated breath. “Do you have any idea what it’s like when the person you love most in the world thinks you’re a cheater? That she groups me with the men in her family? It hurts like hell.”
Jayne remembered loving Ben so much. When he betrayed her, she thought she’d die. She’d truly believed he was the man for her, and that he meant it when he said he loved her and they’d be together forever. His betrayal had ultimately kept her from throwing herself into a relationship with Luke. At least she hadn’t invested too much in him.
“I only know how bad it felt when Ben turned on me.” Jayne covered his hand with hers. “It’s different when you’re married.”
“Stay, Jaynie. At least until you find out what’s going on with your career.” She hesitated, and he added, “Can I please have my way for a change?”
When she didn’t answer, Jess stood and drew her into a hug. For a minute she let his easy affection comfort her. She wanted to stay here with him. And she needed something to do if she was to delay new projects until the architectural board decided. “All right. I’ll work on your houses until the board makes its decision.”
The door to the trailer opened. Jayne looked over to find Luke in the entrance. His eyes narrowed, and she realized the way she and Jess were standing could be misconstrued.
“Isn’t this cozy? You said nothing was going on between you two.”
Pulling back, Jess took her hand and brought her closer to Luke. “Nothing is. Like you mean, anyway. Actually, we were sealing the deal.”
“What deal?”
“Jayne’s agreed to work at Harmony Housing until she goes back to California.”
She thought Luke was going to pop a blood vessel. “Why? So she can screw up more buildings?”
JAYNE SHOOK HER HEAD and gave Luke a look that made him feel like he’d just kicked a puppy. “I’m going to wander around the site, Jess.” Her voice was hoarse. Hurt. Without saying a word to Luke, she went out the still-open door. Jess rounded on Luke.
“That was cruel.”
“Maybe, but I don’t care about her feelings.”
His friend’s face reddened. “How can you say that?”
Because she didn’t care about mine when she left me high and dry. “Because you need to hear the truth, even if you don’t want to. That woman isn’t good for you, and having her in town, let alone at the site, is a very bad idea.”
Jess’s features were stern and very un-Jess-like. “I don’t want to talk to you about Jayne.” Jess cocked his head. “You didn’t want to talk about her, either, when you came back to town. I always wondered why, since you worked with her for almost a year.”
Luke just stared at Jess. “That was the worst time in my life.”
“Because of Timmy.”
Luke didn’t respond.
“All right. You’re entitled to your feelings. But you’re not entitled to hurt Jayne. What were you thinking, saying something like that to her? Do you have any idea how fragile she is now?”
Fragile would be the last word he’d apply to the current Jayne Logan, though that look she’d given him had pierced even his hardened heart. “Because of the building collapse?”
“For one thing. But Luke, she doesn’t have family like we do to support her. And she’s had some pretty big blows in life to deal with alone.” He scowled. “How did you know about the Coulter Gallery collapse, anyway?”
“Isabella looked her up on the Internet.”
