Falling For Ken (Blueprint to Love Book 2) by Lauren Giordano Page B
Authors: Lauren Giordano
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Wood."
"Yeah, but we're not workin' over there yet," he argued. Turning his hulking frame to the east, he pointed a meaty finger. "Out there you wouldn't worry about fallin' in a hole. It's only two hundred yards to the access road. If you were fixin' to steal stuff, I reckon you could be outta here in a couple minutes."
Jimmy chuckled. Woody had obviously given a great deal of thought to his theory.
"C'mon, Jimmy," he argued. "You said the same thing."
"It's possible," her foreman agreed. "But we've got bigger fish to fry. Kenny's concerned with the dig . . . not the possibility we got backhoe bandits out here."
"Backhoe bandits? You boys think that up?"
"Catchy, ain't it?" Jimmy's leathery face creased, his blue eyes squinting against the sun.
Kendall laughed and for a moment, the weight of worry lifted from her chest. This was how it used to be. Before Lance. Before the money troubles. Working hard and laughing with her crew. She'd let the strain get to her– allowed worries to consume her. But the added tension wouldn't help solve her problems.
No matter what happened to her business, Ken had a choice to make the best of it. In her desperation, she'd forgotten she still had options. Whether A & R remained open for business, she would survive. She'd simply have to make certain her crew survived as well.
"I'll call the officer back." Squaring her shoulders, she spun around to face Jimmy. "Can you lower me into the parking garage for a couple minutes?"
"What the hell d'ya want down there?"
Kendall met his questioning gaze. "Two things. I need to find Traynor's cell phone."
"He's rich. Let him buy another."
"Jimmy, we're lucky they haven't thrown us off the job," she pointed out. "Besides that– we nearly killed the man. The least I can do-"
"It's a damn mess down there. You ain't gonna find shit-"
"I'm also checking the safety fencing from the underside," she interrupted coolly, ending his tirade. "I want to know why it collapsed so quickly."
"This guy is gonna put you out of business. Don't be goin' sweet on him," Jimmy warned. "Traynor's here for one thing– but if he can have some of that while he waits, he'll take it."
"Have you lost your mind?" Kendall cursed the mortified heat flooding her cheeks as her foreman gave her an appraising look.
"All I'm sayin' is– it's gonna hurt bad enough to shut this place down, Sugar. I don't want to see you hurtin' more because of Traynor."
"That's Boss Sugar to you."
"I mean it, Kenny," he persisted. "You're not used to players like him. He'll take advantage of you."
"Pop– you're so wrong on this." She gave him an affectionate squeeze. "Nothing I've got would interest a man like him."
"That's hogwash."
"I know why Traynor's here. Hell, I can't fault him for protecting his company. I'd do the same," she reasoned. "But I can't abandon him. He had nowhere else to go. The least I can do is put him up for a few days."
"You shouldn't be goin' down in that hole for a damn cell phone."
Kendall held his stony glare. "Will you help me or should I ask Woody?"
"Five minutes," Jimmy conceded. "Before I haul your ass out. The soil test results aren't back. It might not be safe."
"There was no cave-in," she argued. "Something happened to that fence and I need to-"
"You're more stubborn than your daddy." Throwing his hardhat to the ground, he dragged thick fingers through his salt and pepper crewcut. "Wait here," he growled before stalking off to the equipment trailer.
***
"Five minutes," Jimmy reminded as he latched a hook to the rope he held in his gloved fist. "If you're gonna keep swingin' like a monkey, we need new equipment. Two of your ropes were frayed. I had to dig around to find a good one."
Kendall frowned. "I bought new ropes last month. You threw away perfectly good-"
He snorted in disgust. "I know crappy equipment when I see it. One of 'em was hanging by a thread."
She managed a distracted nod, her mind on more pressing problems. "Remind
"Yeah, but we're not workin' over there yet," he argued. Turning his hulking frame to the east, he pointed a meaty finger. "Out there you wouldn't worry about fallin' in a hole. It's only two hundred yards to the access road. If you were fixin' to steal stuff, I reckon you could be outta here in a couple minutes."
Jimmy chuckled. Woody had obviously given a great deal of thought to his theory.
"C'mon, Jimmy," he argued. "You said the same thing."
"It's possible," her foreman agreed. "But we've got bigger fish to fry. Kenny's concerned with the dig . . . not the possibility we got backhoe bandits out here."
"Backhoe bandits? You boys think that up?"
"Catchy, ain't it?" Jimmy's leathery face creased, his blue eyes squinting against the sun.
Kendall laughed and for a moment, the weight of worry lifted from her chest. This was how it used to be. Before Lance. Before the money troubles. Working hard and laughing with her crew. She'd let the strain get to her– allowed worries to consume her. But the added tension wouldn't help solve her problems.
No matter what happened to her business, Ken had a choice to make the best of it. In her desperation, she'd forgotten she still had options. Whether A & R remained open for business, she would survive. She'd simply have to make certain her crew survived as well.
"I'll call the officer back." Squaring her shoulders, she spun around to face Jimmy. "Can you lower me into the parking garage for a couple minutes?"
"What the hell d'ya want down there?"
Kendall met his questioning gaze. "Two things. I need to find Traynor's cell phone."
"He's rich. Let him buy another."
"Jimmy, we're lucky they haven't thrown us off the job," she pointed out. "Besides that– we nearly killed the man. The least I can do-"
"It's a damn mess down there. You ain't gonna find shit-"
"I'm also checking the safety fencing from the underside," she interrupted coolly, ending his tirade. "I want to know why it collapsed so quickly."
"This guy is gonna put you out of business. Don't be goin' sweet on him," Jimmy warned. "Traynor's here for one thing– but if he can have some of that while he waits, he'll take it."
"Have you lost your mind?" Kendall cursed the mortified heat flooding her cheeks as her foreman gave her an appraising look.
"All I'm sayin' is– it's gonna hurt bad enough to shut this place down, Sugar. I don't want to see you hurtin' more because of Traynor."
"That's Boss Sugar to you."
"I mean it, Kenny," he persisted. "You're not used to players like him. He'll take advantage of you."
"Pop– you're so wrong on this." She gave him an affectionate squeeze. "Nothing I've got would interest a man like him."
"That's hogwash."
"I know why Traynor's here. Hell, I can't fault him for protecting his company. I'd do the same," she reasoned. "But I can't abandon him. He had nowhere else to go. The least I can do is put him up for a few days."
"You shouldn't be goin' down in that hole for a damn cell phone."
Kendall held his stony glare. "Will you help me or should I ask Woody?"
"Five minutes," Jimmy conceded. "Before I haul your ass out. The soil test results aren't back. It might not be safe."
"There was no cave-in," she argued. "Something happened to that fence and I need to-"
"You're more stubborn than your daddy." Throwing his hardhat to the ground, he dragged thick fingers through his salt and pepper crewcut. "Wait here," he growled before stalking off to the equipment trailer.
***
"Five minutes," Jimmy reminded as he latched a hook to the rope he held in his gloved fist. "If you're gonna keep swingin' like a monkey, we need new equipment. Two of your ropes were frayed. I had to dig around to find a good one."
Kendall frowned. "I bought new ropes last month. You threw away perfectly good-"
He snorted in disgust. "I know crappy equipment when I see it. One of 'em was hanging by a thread."
She managed a distracted nod, her mind on more pressing problems. "Remind
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