Unhurt (3 page)

Meanwhile, Derek was leading the way up to the front door, smirking. “Not the kind of place you were expecting?” Then he pointed at the trailer parked in the driveway alongside the house. “There’s all your tubs by the way. I can haul them over to your place sometime this weekend if you really want them.”

“I do.” I was nodding. Not because of the tubs, although Derek probably interpreted it that way, but because I was so in awe of everything. The whole exterior of the house had been completely redone and restored. Every little detail was flawlessly finished while still maintaining its unique character and aged grace.

Once inside, things only got better. I mean, it was clearly a work in progress, but damn, Derek did nice work. I was about to try and get a better look when a huge German Shepard came bounding toward us, tail wagging with excitement.

“Hey, Hattie.” She reared up on her hind legs, reaching her front paws toward his neck as though she was giving him a hug. It was the sweetest freaking thing. “Alright. Down, girl. There you go. That’s a good girl.”

I was still standing there like an idiot just staring at the two, when Hattie had her fill of Derek and came to check me out. Suddenly she was slightly less adorable and quite a lot intimidating as she sniffed me pretty seriously.

“Um, am I going to pass the inspection here, you think?”

Derek laughed. “Time will tell.”

Not exactly the reassuring answer I was looking for. I was about to ask if he had any cheese or meat lying around that I could present as a peace offering when I felt something wet in the palm of my hand. Hattie’s tongue.

“I think you’re good.” Derek smiled. “Hattie, let’s give her some room to breathe, huh?”

As if she had understood him word for word, the dog glanced up at me briefly, gave me one last lick and then moseyed back over to Derek.

“You could have done that sooner, right?” I tipped my head to the side suspiciously.

“Maybe.” It was pretty clear that he was enjoying my near panic attack upon meeting his dog. “So, you want to come and see the furniture?”

“That is what I came here for.”

He nodded and led the way, Hattie practically glued to his side.

“Is this your home or your project?” I teased as we passed the kitchen. There were no appliances, and much like my brother’s bar, no flooring.

“A little of both for now.” Derek grinned sheepishly. “I like to keep busy.”

“Obviously.” Not that I couldn’t relate. My place looked a lot like this. Only unlike the structure, all of my reconstructing was taking place on what filled the house. “How long have you lived here?”

He continued through the house and up the stairs. “About six months. Just kind of working my way through the place one room at a time, starting up here.” He opened the door to the master bedroom, gesturing for me to enter.

“Wow. This stuff is gorgeous.” It was all solid wood, Victorian. The pieces had definitely seen a shade, or a hundred, of paint in their time, and it would require some hardcore sanding just to get back to a raw surface I could actually work with, but it would be so worth it.

He went to stand beside the dresser. The way he let his finger glide affectionately across the top, I could tell he truly appreciated the treasure he had found. It was weird though because I’d never seen anyone else be quite as fond of old crap as I was.

Derek tilted his head toward the king-sized bed. “Think you can salvage this stuff? The headboard’s got some water damage toward the bottom. Wherever they were storing it must have gotten wet. I was going to see about replacing the back legs myself, but I’d rather an expert take on the job, you know?”

“You’ve come to the right place, my friend. I would love to work on these pieces. Just drop them by my place along with the tubs and I’ll work them into the rotation. I’ve got a few small projects in the works, but other than that the only job I’ve got is Bobby’s and at the rate you’re going I’ll have plenty of time to fit in some bedroom pieces before the Monk is ready for further furnishings.”

He chuckled. “I’m going to let that one slide since I really want you to do me next.” He shook his head. “Damn. Why do I keep doing that?”

I watched as his cheeks turned a bright crimson and I couldn’t keep from laughing out loud. “Your game is lacking, buddy.” Which was weird really because Derek didn’t look like the kind of guy who had ever struggled in the chick department. He was tall, tan and built. Like, seriously built. Never mind his shaggy blond hair, bright baby blues and ever-present half-smile which was both adorable and delicious looking to the point I wasn’t sure if I wanted to kiss it or lick it.

Shit. Now I was blushing, too.

“I should probably get you out of my bedroom before I say anything else that really creeps you out.” He came to guide me out toward the door and I felt his hand land gently on my lower back. It only added to the overall chaos of awakening urges running amok in my body.

“You are pretty creepy, Derek.” It seemed like the safest response even if it couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

Back downstairs things only became increasingly awkward and we wasted no time in climbing back into his truck and returning to the bar where he dropped me off with my Bronco.

“I’ll just get your number from Bobby if that’s cool, and we can work out a drop off for this weekend.”

I opened my door and climbed in halfway. “Yeah, that works. If I don’t answer, just text me. For the love of GOD, do
not
leave me a voicemail. I won’t listen to it and seeing the little icon in the corner of my screen will drive me to the brink of madness.”

Derek’s half smile spread. “Don’t want that.”

He waited for me to get all the way in, then closed the door for me, tapping the roof of my cab twice, signaling the all clear.

I waved and took off, watching him in the side view mirror for as long as I could. I was halfway home before I realized he had stayed out there doing the same for just as long.

I was tempted to call Bobby and get the lowdown on Derek from him, but I didn’t. What would be the point? Sure, I was pretty certain there was a mutual attraction there, but what difference did that make? None. That’s what.

When I pulled up in front of my house, I wasn’t surprised to hear music blasting through the open windows of my home.

I took the steps up to the front door and danced my way inside. My keys had barely hit the small dish on the foyer table when Wyatt came storming over, jumping up and wrapping his arms and legs tightly around me.

“Mommy!”

“What’s up little monkey man? Let me guess, you had blueberries with lunch.”

He looked up at me with wide eyes. “How did you knowded?”

“Because mommies know everything. Now go wash your face.” I set him back down and scooted him toward the bathroom while I walked deeper into the house following the sound of Janis Joplin belting out Bobby McGee.

“Hey Debbie.”

Aunt Deb was the tie dye sheep of our family. Which naturally made her my favorite.

“What’s up, Wacko-doodle?” Clearly, I was hers as well.

I was about as certain she was adopted as I was that Bobby was fathered by the milkman. Unlike the rest of our uptight clan, Debbie was a free spirit who reveled in all things metaphysical and energy healing. She also happened to have a passion for some old school rock and roll. All in all, in lieu of present parents, I knew I was always in good hands with Aunt Deb. And so was Wyatt.

“Drop off went well, plus I scored another gig while I was down there.”

Debbie turned down the music. “Oh yeah? What kind of gig?”

“Bobby’s contractor. He’s got a bedroom set for me to work on. It’s stunning. You’ll see. He’s dropping it off this weekend.”

She stared at me curiously, but didn’t respond.

“What?”

“There’s something else. What are you not telling me?” Her eyes were drawn into suspicious slants.

I turned and began to walk away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Ha!” She was already right behind me. “I knew it!”

“You know nothing. There’s nothing.” I was protesting way too much. Now when I finally broke down and told her about Derek, she’d make a much bigger deal out of it than was necessary. Crap.

“There’s definitely something. You might as well just tell me what it is because you know I’m going to find out one way or another.” Deb had both of her hands on her hips, looking all kinds of motherly.

“What are you going to do? Consult your spirit guides?”

“No, I’m going to call your brother.” Damn, she was playing dirty.

“Fine, I’ll tell you, but you cannot tell Bobby shit.” I glanced over at Wyatt. He’d come out of the bathroom and gone straight back to the small table in the living room where Debbie had apparently set him up with all of his crayons before I got home. He was way too involved in whatever he was working on to listen in on our conversation. “The contractor, Derek, was cute.”

Debbie looked stumped. “That’s it?”

“Yeah, that’s it. I told you it was nothing.”

She was shaking her head. “That’s not it. There’s more to it than that. What, did he ask you out? Get your number? Anything?”

“No, it wasn’t like that. I mean, I think we had like a moment, but what the fuck do I know anymore? I haven’t been around any men other than Mattie and the boys down at the Monk in years. And that hardly counts.”

My aunt’s hand came out to rest on my arm. “Oh, honey, you had a moment.” She squeezed me lightly and her eyes twinkled warmly. “It’s okay to have those, you know. Some might think it’s nice even.”

I twitched my lips back and forth. “The last three years have been so crazy. I keep forgetting that I can relax now. Have a normal life.”

“And a boyfriend?” she added.

“Yeah, let’s not push it.” I snagged a piece of fresh bread from the pan. When Debbie wasn’t busy filling in as my nanny, she had a catering business on the side. Nothing major, just random jobs to keep the cash flowing and afford her the low-key lifestyle she enjoyed. One of the perks was, of course, the constant array of freshly prepared foods coming out of my kitchen.

“You could use a man around here, Joss. Wyatt’s nice and all, but he can’t reach the light in the hallway either.”

I snorted, mouth full of bread. “Yeah, that’s why I should date Derek. So he can finally change the bulb in the hall.” To be fair, that part of the house hadn’t seen light in nearly two years. Not like I couldn’t take care of it. Just hadn’t been all that motivated to. It would require a ladder and I didn’t have one. So it would require
acquiring
a ladder... it just didn’t seem worth the effort. Not when there was plenty of light coming in from the living room to get me from point A to point B without bumping into things.

Aunt Deb was just opening her mouth to add to her argument when she was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Are you expecting anyone?” She looked annoyed at having been cut off so abruptly.

“Like who?” I never had people come to the house. Ever since I’d moved away from the city, people had stopped visiting. Couldn’t be bothered to make the drive, I guess.

There was a second knock. This time it was more aggressive.

“What the fuck?” I picked up the pace. “Alright, alright. I’m coming.”

The second I opened the door I wanted to slam it shut again.

“Travis.”

“Joss.” He was smiling. Always a bad sign.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I crossed my arms and made sure to block the doorway with my body. No way was anyone getting in or out.

“I would think that would be obvious. I’m here to see my son.” He was eerily calm and I instantly wanted to vomit.

“He’s not your son, remember? Judge gave him to me.” It had been a fight to the bone, but it had been worth it. I knew the second I’d won that I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. That hadn’t changed.

Travis chuckled. It was condescending as fuck. “Judge gave you custody, but I still have my rights. I’m still the kid’s father.”

“The kid’s name is Wyatt. I would think as his father you would know that.” What was he doing here after all this time? He had no visitation. No ties to Wyatt. Hadn’t had any in three years. There was no logical reason for Travis to simply show up on our doorstep out of the blue.

“Never mind what I do or don’t know. The question is, what do you know? Huh? Have you heard the news yet?”

The urge to puke all over him was growing into a burning need and I was sure I’d be tossing my cookies before this conversation was over. Provided I didn’t faint before then. I’m sure I was white as a ghost as I stood there, now holding onto the door to keep me steady.

“Oh, so you haven’t.” His brows bounced up twice with delight. “Well, you will.”

Then, without saying anything else, he turned around and left again.

***

“D
ude, what happened to you?” Bobby asked as he came strolling in through the front doors. I hadn’t seen him at all since I’d gotten back from showing Joss the furniture.

“Took a quick ride up to the house. Sorry.” I threw the pipe I was holding into a pile with the others. Dismantling them all one at a time was a bitch and half, but I didn’t see any other way of doing it short of running a bulldozer through that entire side of the building. “Where’d you end up going? Place was empty when I got back.”

“Had to go run a deposit to the bank. Got a little distracted while I was out.” Bobby grinned. Two guesses why.

“Brunette, tats from head to toe?”

He laughed. “And an ass like you wouldn’t believe. She’s coming by here tonight.”

I shook my head, slightly awed by the man’s skills. “You don’t waste any time do you?”

“I could give you some pointers if you want. Seriously, dude. How long have I known you now? Almost two months. You’re here almost every night after work and I’ve yet to see you leave with a chick.”

I chuckled uncomfortably. Bobby had no idea what he was offering. “Yeah, you may want to rethink your proposal.”

“Why’s that?” He was studying me now, probably wouldn’t take him long to put things together. “Ah...you’re into my sister.”