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“Hey, JD!” His uncle clapped him on the shoulder.
“Jim.” Jason clapped him back, then put up his hands in a defensive stance when his uncle threw a couple of fake jabs at him. “It’s been a while,” he said when his uncle finally quit punching.
“Sure has. Wish we could have seen you here at home more often, but I know how it is.”
“Want to come in for a beer?” Jason asked. He’d always liked his uncle, but he also saw him exactly for what he was. An opportunist. Jimmy had made a lot of money being an opportunist, on top of what he’d inherited, but according to Kate he had invested poorly and lately had seen diminishing returns. But he hadn’t yet stopped living the high life.
“A beer sounds great.”
Jason led the way into the house through the garage door, waved Jimmy to a seat in the great room and got a couple of beers out of the fridge and opened them.
“So how did Jaromek take your retirement?” Jimmy asked as he took his beer. “You guys were a team for a long time.”
“He understood and Littleton was ready to step in and take my place, so I think it’ll all work out. Plus they have O’Donnell.”
“He’s over that foot injury?”
“Should be a hundred percent by minicamp.”
They continued to talk football, segueing from the pros to the local team and Jason started to relax, wondering if this whole work-for-Jimmy plan was something his father had cooked up for reasons of his own...reasons Jason couldn’t begin to guess at. They debated the merits of veteran coaches entrenched in their ways versus new coaches with little experience but lots of ideas, then Jason offered his uncle another beer. Jimmy waved it off.
“Actually, I came by to talk to you about going to work at the dealership.”
Jason’s stomach lurched. “I—”
Jimmy held up a hand, stopping him. “I heard you had reservations because you have no experience in sales.”
“I have reservations because sales aren’t my thing.”
“Your thing.” His uncle blinked at him. “Is money your thing? Because looking at statistics, a lot of retired pro players are broke after a couple of years.”
Jason’s expression went stony. “I don’t plan on being one of those guys.”
“So what are you going to do?” There was a touch of belligerence in his uncle’s voice. “I can give you a damned good job and you wouldn’t have to work that hard.”
“Why is it so important that I work for you?” Jason asked, thinking he may as well hear the reason spoken out loud.
“Because we can help one another,” Jimmy said earnestly. “A symbiotic relationship. Your name, my expertise in sales.”
“I can’t.”
“Can’t?”
“Won’t,” Jason said coldly.
“I need your help. How can you turn down family?”
“I can loan you money.”
Jimmy’s lip curled. “I don’t want a frigging loan.”
“That’s all I can offer.”
“You won’t help me?”
Jason gave his head a slow shake. “Not in the way you want.”
“Look. Kid. Your career was already on the skids when you quit. If you think you’re going to get any major endorsements or anything, you’re wrong.”
“I don’t.”
“So, what? You’re going to live here with your father?” He sneered a little as he spoke.
“Until he feels better.” Jason got up out of his chair, towering over his uncle. “And I don’t want him to get upset.” He gestured toward the door with his head. “Finding the two of us here, going at it, won’t be good for his heart.”
“Neither will your being a selfish prick.”
The sound of the garage door going up caught both their attentions. Jimmy sent Jason a look he couldn’t read, then a moment later, Max came into the house.
“So did you talk?” his father asked.
And that was when Jason knew he’d been set up. “We talked. The answer is no.”
“It’s no, no, a thousand times no,” Jimmy said sarcastically. “He can crawl to me and I wouldn’t hire him now.”
Max looked from his son to his brother and back at his son again. “Maybe if the three of us sit down—”
“That’s it,” Jason said. “Is Kate here?”
“Feeding the dogs.”
“Cool. Dad, I’ll see you later. Jim...” His mouth tightened and then he walked through the garage door to where his sister was feeding the Dobermans. She took one look at him and shook her head grimly.
“Get out of here for a while,” she said. “I’ll call if anything happens.”
He started to say no, then thought better of it. “Thanks.”
* * *
THREE DAYS HAD passed since posting her advertisements in all the usual places, and Allie hadn’t received one phone call. If she had to hire a salvage company instead of a local guy, it was going to cost more than she was ready to pay, but short of tearing down the barn herself, she didn’t know what her other options might be. She’d give it another week, then call Dani and Jolie and explain that they were going to have to dip into the ranch fund to get rid of the thing.
Allie finished her coffee and headed outside to check the pregnant cows. They’d had only five cows when she and Kyle had left the ranch, down from almost a hundred. It seemed as if every few months they’d had to sell off animals to make ends meet or to fund one of Kyle’s harebrained projects that she’d been so supportive of...until she finally figured out that her husband was all show and no go. Her sisters had started building the herd again and they were now up to twenty registered Angus cows—eighteen of which were pregnant. If she had a one-hundred-percent calving rate, then they would have even more of a hedge against disaster. She felt bad that she was the reason the ranch had been in such poor shape to begin with...which was why she really hated making that call.
After checking the cows, she turned the goats loose to eat weeds, then started back to the house, only to stop when she spotted the cloud of dust coming down the driveway.
And a second later she recognized the fancy pickup making the cloud.
Jason Hudson.
Allie glanced down at her clothing, glad that she hadn’t succumbed to the urge to feed in her pajamas. Her oldest jeans, a ratty T-shirt and her hair pulled back in a rough ponytail weren’t much better, but at least she could maintain a semblance of dignity that flannel pants with polar bears on them didn’t allow.
The truck rolled to a stop a few feet away from where Allie stood near the barn. She shifted her weight, her arms hanging loosely by her sides as Jason got out of the truck.
“You’re back,” she said before he could speak.
“I am.” In the late-afternoon sunlight, his eyes were the most amazing clear aqua blue. Caribbean Sea–blue. He gave a slight shrug and said, “I’m here about the job.”
“Why?” The word burst out of her mouth.
“Maybe I need to pay my dues,” he said without one hint of irony.
“You aren’t paying your dues here.” She gave a soft snort. “Why would you want to pay your dues here?”
“It seems as good a place as any.” A few seconds of charged silence ticked by as Allie waited for Jason to either expand on his answer or leave. He did neither. Finally she gave up and shook her head. “I don’t see this happening.”
“Because you have so many applicants to choose from?”
“Yes. Exactly.” Allie felt color start to rise in her face. She was an awful liar.
“I stole your advertisement off the feed-store bulletin board.” Her jaw literally dropped. “Heat of the moment,” he continued. “And now I’m here to either tear down your barn or put up another advertisement.”
She studied him, wondering if he’d been hit in the head too many times, although there was nothing foggy in the way he was studying her back. He looked like a guy on a mission. Why would he want to tear down a barn when he probably had a whole lot of money sitting in the bank, drawing interest?
“You can’t tear down my barn, so I guess I’d better print out another advertisement.”
“I think you should at least give me a shot.”
Allie blinked at him. “At the risk of repeating myself, why?”
“I need gainful employment.”
“Jason, no offense, but can’t you catch pizzas or something more in line with your talents?”
“I could catch pizzas if I were still playing ball,” he said. “But not many companies want an ex-player as a spokesperson unless they were truly great. I wasn’t.”
There was something in the unflinching way he assessed his career that touched her. She quickly brushed the feeling aside. “Have you ever torn down a barn?” Or swung a hammer? His father had owned a construction company, but as far as she knew, Jason had never been involved in anything except for sports.
“No. I figure it’s all a matter of logic. Start from the top and work down and from the outside in. One piece at a time.”
Again there was something in his honesty that tugged at her. He didn’t know how to tear down a barn, and he didn’t pretend he did.
“Do you have the equipment necessary to do that job? And to haul away the debris?”
“I have contacts.”
She bet he did.
“Here’s the deal,” he said, tilting his head as he held her gaze. “My dad had a heart attack and almost died. I came home, but if we continue to live in close quarters, he’s very liable to have another because I won’t let him take over my life. I need to be close for the next couple of months in case of emergency, but I also need something to fill my time. Something where I can just...” He shrugged.
Be alone with his thoughts, work through stress. Allie could have finished that sentence for him because she knew the feeling well.
“...do something physical.”
For a moment common sense battled with empathy. She needed the barn hauled away and Jason honestly looked like he needed the job, for reasons other than the money, but this was Jason Hudson. Did she want him on the property, putting her on edge? Because that was what the guy did. He put her fully on edge. On the other hand, the feed-store advertisement he’d taken was one of many, and not one of the ads had produced results.
“One-day trial,” she finally said. “And you have to sign an agreement releasing me from indemnity if you happen to hurt yourself. And I only pay minimum wage.”
His expression didn’t change. “I don’t know how much I can get done in a day.”
“If I’m not unhappy, we’ll talk about another.” He raised an eyebrow and she said, “I don’t like commitment. Take it or leave it.”
She expected him to leave it, but the half smile, which in turn triggered a slow warming sensation in her, told her he wasn’t going to leave it. “Don’t try to charm me,” she warned.
“Into what?”
Bed was the first word that popped into her head. He’d probably charmed a number of women into bed. “Anything,” she said with a snap.
“You got it. No charm. When do I start?”
“Tomorrow,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Sure thing. I’ll go find some tools.”
“And I’ll find those agreements.”
CHAPTER FOUR (#ulink_edb91174-2d9e-5021-a5cd-1b19b8817d9b)
JASON PULLED INTO the family driveway hoping Kate didn’t walk out in a frustrated huff as he walked in. He wanted a little backup when he told the old man about his new “job.” Max was getting stronger every day and had made it clear that he no longer required a sitter. As long as someone was with him when he took his walks—which Jason intended to keep doing—Max didn’t mind some time alone. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want Jason on call.
After he broke the news to his dad, he needed to buy some work clothes and gloves. Boots. And a hard hat. It would be ironic to have spent years in a physical occupation and then get taken out by a falling board or beam.
Except he was pretty certain Allie would laugh her ass off.
Let her. Safety first and all that.
Jason pocketed his keys as he walked into the house. “Hey, Dad. Ready for the walk?”
The dogs jumped to their feet. “Yeah.” Max pushed himself out of his chair. “You’ve been gone awhile.”
“I, uh, took a temporary job.”
“Doing what?”
“I’m tearing down a barn for Allie Brody.”
“I’m not even going to ask how this came about,” he said, grabbing his Vandals cap off the sideboard. He sounded so disgusted that Jason had to fight the urge to laugh. Yes, he was turning out to be quite a disappointment now that he was no longer ripping up the gridiron “Have you ever torn down a barn?”
“No.”
