Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Shane stepped in beside him. “And we’re well aware that neither of us is actually the foreman. That’s pretty much Bo.”
Trev’s lips quirked up. “Bo is all about the kids right now. He’s got a lot on his plate, and he’s been helping out more and more in the office. We were actually thinking about how well this job is working out with you. Maybe you could handle it while Beth is working on her renovations.”
“Just in a probationary way. Let’s give it a month or so and see how it goes.” Jamie watched them. “Unless you’re planning on moving on soon. I know you don’t stay in one place much.”
They’d already discussed this. Bliss was their home now. He could breathe here. Work here. He would honestly miss new places and discovering new worlds to work on, but he could make Bliss his palette, his inspiration. He was sketching more, getting ready to sculpt.
Her. He wanted to sculpt her. He had drawn her a hundred times, but he hadn’t drawn her forth from clay. The older he got the more he wanted hours a day to spend on his art.
“The light here is perfect. There’s a room on the second floor and the light is golden.”
Jamie and Trev stared like they were trying to figure out what he meant.
Luckily Shane spoke his language. “He likes the smaller bedroom upstairs because the light is right for painting, though he could be talking about sketching or sculpting. He’s a jack of all art trades. He simply happens to be good with cattle, too.”
“And you’re good with people,” Jamie pointed out. “You both have excellent skills when it comes to the job. Let’s try it, and if Bay wants time in the afternoon because the light is right, Shane can take up the slack. Here’s the thing. We don’t care as long as the job is done and everyone is treated well. We’re bringing in another couple of hands for the rest of the summer so I can concentrate on Hope and our new son. We’re interviewing a few next week.”
“We’ve got some experienced candidates,” Trev added. “So you shouldn’t have to train some green kid. Like I said, let’s try this out. Take the weekend to spend with your girl, and if you need advice on how to handle her, we’re around.”
“She thinks we’re just for sex. How would you handle that?” The question popped out.
Shane sighed. “He doesn’t have a filter. Sorry. It’s a good question, though. She views us as stress relief. According to Bay, she’s in some kind of trouble. Not like danger trouble, but trouble. I don’t know if she would have said yes to last night if she wasn’t. She never has before, and we’ve tried a couple of times over the years. I think she’s going to have fun with us until she figures out her future.”
“She lost her job, right?” Trev asked. “That’s the rumor.”
“She had her job stolen from her,” Bay corrected. “Not that I know everything. By the time I got her packed and in the car, all she wanted to talk about was her meeting with Gemma and the fact that she’s spending the whole afternoon at the theater. She’s not supposed to be back until late.”
“She told us she would get a ride from the Farley brothers. She’s taking that whole crazy ride share thing they have going too seriously,” Shane complained. “But see, she’s not even talking to us about that, and now we’re living together.”
He was worried they might not be if they let her find her own way home. She might not remember they had a new temporary home. She might decide to go back to her brothers’.
“Are they rehearsing tonight?” Jamie asked. “I thought they were taking weekends off right now.”
“They’re rehearsing this afternoon but clearing out before dinner. That’s why she’s working late.” She’d explained it to them as they’d driven her out to the Elk Creek Lodge so she could meet with Gemma Wells. “The theater is going to be quiet, and she’s basically coming in and trying to work with what they have.”
“Well, let her know if she needs fabric, Beth went through a sewing period when she couldn’t sledgehammer walls,” Trev replied with a chuckle.
“Yeah, she and Hope decided they were going to make all of Miranda’s clothes,” Jamie continued. “I think they made a hat.”
“Oh, they made a lot of things. None of them actually resembled clothes. Our wives are excellent at many things, but sewing isn’t one of them,” Trev concluded. “So there’s a lot of stuff in the storage if Brooke wants to use it.”
Oh, he liked the sound of that. He’d been walking around this house trying to envision how they could use it to tempt Brooke to think of them as something more than sexual stress relief. What if he split that room with her? “Is there a sewing machine?”