didnât tell me she saw you.â
With that lopsided grin of his that just about unraveled every stitch of common sense she tried to keep knit together, he said in a drawl, âDid you ask her?â
âWhy would I ask anyone about you?â
âI thought maybe youâd be curious.â
âIâm not. Now get down from there, dammit. Youâre going to fall then sue me for damages and Iâm not paying you a cent.â
âIâve never fallen off a roof in my life, and Iâm not billing you for a thing, Dana. You wonât have to worry about the roof leaking anymore.â He sank his hand inside one of the pouches on his hip, then showed something between his fingers. âIâm using galvanized roofing nails with rubber washers, and waterproof Malarkey roofing tar. It works when itâs wet.â He grinned. âJust like me.â
âGet off the roof, Moretti.â
Ignoring her request, he replied, âIâve got about another half hourâs worth of work left. Go inside and dry off.â Then, lifting his chin a notch, he added, âI like the hat, Indiana. Now take a hike like a good girl.â
Beside herself over him giving her orders, she stood for many long seconds, staring at him. His gall dug under her skin, but also she felt the shame of relief seep into every pore.
She should have called Leo to climb up and yank Mark down, but it would be so nice not to have the roof leak.
âWhy?â she called to him, not understanding the motivation for such generosity.
Hammer in hand, he paused, rain running off his slicker and the bill of his cap. His eyes were dark, unfathomable. âWhy didnât you tell me that was your sonâs toothbrush?â
Caught off guard, she said nothing. She didnât owe him any explanations about her life, now or ever. How heâd found out was not her concern. Easy information. But the notion that heâd been asking, or making inquiries, did somewhat affect her balance.
âGo inside, Dana. Grab a cup of coffee and warm up. Iâll be done here soon enough.â
CHAPTER SIX
C OOPER B OYDâS BLACK Jeep Wrangler parked next to the curb, and Dana stepped away from her lookout spot at her homeâs picture window. Her ex-boyfriend being fifteen minutes late didnât ruin her elation. Filled with smiles, she looked forward to Sunday evenings when she got her son back for her week.
Opening the front door, she breathed in the airâs clean scent, thankful no rain had fallen today. Sheâd been able to wash off the layers of grime from her Chevy S-10âwhich had been running great ever since Mark fixed the battery terminals.
She wouldnât spare a moment now to think about him. Sheâd done enough of that last night after heâd been on her barâs roof and taken care of that for her, as well. While her many questions about his motives had been parked, she did plan on revisiting them later.
Walking down the steep front steps toward the street, she went to the picket fence to wait for Terran.
âHey, Terran!â she greeted, happiness in her heart.
âHi, Momma.â His voice was slightly sullen, as if he were in a pout over something.
Cooper opened the Jeep door, and a big brown Lab stuck his face out from the backseat. The dog gave areverberating woof, its body shaking from an enthusiastic tail wag.
âRiley. Quit,â Cooper said, ruffling the dogâs head. âYou gotta stay here.â
Terran sniffed, the kind of nose-wrinkling sniff belonging to a crabby little boy. Through rubber lips, he murmured, âHow come I canât borrow him, Daddy?â
âBecause Riley lives at my house, buddy.â
âHow come I canât live at your house?â
That innocent-enough question caused Cooperâs hazel eyes to lift and lock onto Danaâs.
Gone were any emotions that sheâd felt for this man, but she could still catch
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