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“Interested?” I snort. “In Tempest?”
“She’s beautiful,” he says.
Not walking to think about Tempest and ruin the rest of my day, I ask, “Granny tell you where I was?”
“She did,” Logan says looking up at the ceiling and studying the water damaged spot. “Be nice to get this place up and running again.”
“I agree.” There’s not a lot for entertainment in Coyote Bend. Some people gather at Set ‘Em Up Bar on the weekends, but I avoid that place like the plague since the blind date from hell likes to go there.
“You’re gonna need supplies for the ceiling. Drywall and shit. I can pick them up at the home improvement store. I gotta go anyway,” Logan says.
On his way out, he picks up the Write a Cowboy flyer and scans it. “This is what you were telling me you signed up for last night? You looking for an email order bride or something?”
“You know I’m a lifelong bachelor.”
“Your family isn’t going to accept that,” Logan warns.
“They’ll have to.” At least, that’s my hope. Every damn week either my mother or grandmother pushes me to find someone to marry and settle down and give me grandkids. I don’t have anything against marriage or kids. As long as it doesn’t involve me. I know they worry I’ll end up alone because of what I went through.
Logan snickers. “But it might be better to get married to someone you choose than risk another of your granny’s blind dates.”
I shudder. “That was unfortunate.”
He claps my shoulder. “Better you than me.”
I get why he thinks that way. Logan hasn’t had an easy time in life, especially when it comes to relationships.
After he heads out, I go get a ladder from the back of my pickup and check the ceiling. When I push on the various water spots, they’re soft. I feel sorry for Tempest’s aunt. She bought the business as is and I think there will be more repairs than she thought.
The door opens and I tell Logan, “This whole thing needs replacing.”
“The entire ceiling?” Tempest asks.
I quickly climb down. “Couldn’t stay away from me, huh?”
Her cheeks are flushed. Probably from the heat. I don’t imagine she’d get flustered by what I said.
Then her chin tips up and she crosses her arms across her chest. The action bunches her tits and pushes them up.
I pretend I don’t notice but she’s not paying attention to me. She’s looking toward the door.
“There’s someone coming this way that I don’t want to see.”
“Who?” I start to walk toward the window to go see, but she latches onto my arm. I look down at her beautiful face, and something stirs in the center of my chest. It’s probably heartburn. That damned barbequed chicken I had last night.
She lifts her shoulders like it doesn’t matter but when the door starts to open she darts into the office.
A guy strides in wearing a fancy suit and right off the bat, I don’t like him. He’s got that air about him. Like he’s the most important guy in the world.
He gestures toward the back of the room. “Did someone come in here just now?”
“Who are you looking for?”
“My girlfriend, Tempest,” he says. “We had a misunderstanding.”
I don’t particularly enjoy lying but there’s something about this guy that makes me want to send him on a wild goose chase. “She left town to visit her aunt,” I lie.
His expression falls. “The one in Montana?”
