Worth The Effort (The Worth Series Book 4: A Copper Country Romance) by Mara Jacobs Page A
Authors: Mara Jacobs
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to argue, but she quickly said, “I’ll just see you at work on Monday?” Then added, “If you’re going to be in on Monday? If I’m still on the project?”
He looked confused. “Of course you’re still on the project.” Then he seemed to get it. “Oh. In case you don’t want to be?”
This was her chance to gracefully exit this project. One that really held no appeal to her whatsoever as an engineer. “No. I still want to work on it” were the words that came out of her mouth, surprising herself and apparently Sawyer, if his expression was any indication.
He quickly recovered. “Good. Good. I’m really glad.” He started to reach out to her but dropped his hand on the seat between them. “Monday, then. Why don’t we plan on meeting at the site around ten?”
“Sounds good.”
“Dress warmly. The wind can be a bitch on the hill.”
“Will do.” She sat for a moment more. She was waiting, but not really sure what she was waiting for. She looked at him once more and saw a look of regret that should have taken some of the sting out of going home alone. But it didn’t.
“Bye,” she said as she climbed out of his truck. She though she heard him answer her as she shut the door.
Her Subaru was toasty when she entered it; he’d turned the heat up full blast. Thoughtful.
She drove away from him toward her house where she knew she’d crawl into bed as soon as she could.
Nuts.
Chapter Ten
I call architecture frozen music.
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
D amn it. Sawyer watched as the little Subaru made its way out of the parking lot and toward the bridge. He sat for a while longer. From where he was parked, he could see her car cross the bridge. At Bob’s Mobil, she turned toward the houses of East End.
He was tempted to throw the truck in gear, try to catch up to her, and then troll the three or four streets of East End looking for her car. But he didn’t. Instead, he slowly left the parking lot and headed toward Tech to the part of town, where Huck lived, to pick up Lucy.
He’d fully intended on going home with Deni. His imagination had run wild for the two hours after they’d left that lot in Iron Mountain. He’d almost reached for her several times but thought that touching her might not be the best move with her being nervous about the roads. Because once he touched her, he’d want to keep on touching her, and they’d end up in a ditch for sure.
And she’d invited him to follow her home, which was all the encouragement he’d needed, until… Damn, he never should have brushed off her car. He hadn’t noticed the mittens sitting on her passenger seat when he’d hopped in, started it, and turned the heater up. But as he cleared the snow from her windshield, he’d seen them sitting on the seat. Bright, multi-colored wool mittens that sent him spiraling back to Molly’s death. She’d had on a pair just like them when she’d been in the car accident that claimed her life.
Guilt and grief bubbled up inside him, pushing out the past two hours and all his thoughts of Deni naked.
God, Molly would have been right about the age Deni was now when she’d died. Which just slammed home how young Deni was. Whatever thoughts he still had of sleeping with her tonight blew away like the snow from her windshield.
When he got to Huck’s house, he parked in front, noting the drive had been plowed and the sidewalk shoveled. Maybe he’d be able to give Huck his money from that cop in person.
But no, unsurprisingly, Huck was nowhere to be found, though Lucy’s water bowl seemed to have been refilled. He let Lucy out into Huck’s fenced backyard and wrote his brother a note explaining the forty dollars and thanking him for keeping an eye on his dog.
At least he thought it was his brother who’d refilled the water bowl. With Huck, though, you never really knew.
After Lucy had done her business, he loaded her up in the truck and made the drive home.
D eni turned around as she
He looked confused. “Of course you’re still on the project.” Then he seemed to get it. “Oh. In case you don’t want to be?”
This was her chance to gracefully exit this project. One that really held no appeal to her whatsoever as an engineer. “No. I still want to work on it” were the words that came out of her mouth, surprising herself and apparently Sawyer, if his expression was any indication.
He quickly recovered. “Good. Good. I’m really glad.” He started to reach out to her but dropped his hand on the seat between them. “Monday, then. Why don’t we plan on meeting at the site around ten?”
“Sounds good.”
“Dress warmly. The wind can be a bitch on the hill.”
“Will do.” She sat for a moment more. She was waiting, but not really sure what she was waiting for. She looked at him once more and saw a look of regret that should have taken some of the sting out of going home alone. But it didn’t.
“Bye,” she said as she climbed out of his truck. She though she heard him answer her as she shut the door.
Her Subaru was toasty when she entered it; he’d turned the heat up full blast. Thoughtful.
She drove away from him toward her house where she knew she’d crawl into bed as soon as she could.
Nuts.
Chapter Ten
I call architecture frozen music.
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
D amn it. Sawyer watched as the little Subaru made its way out of the parking lot and toward the bridge. He sat for a while longer. From where he was parked, he could see her car cross the bridge. At Bob’s Mobil, she turned toward the houses of East End.
He was tempted to throw the truck in gear, try to catch up to her, and then troll the three or four streets of East End looking for her car. But he didn’t. Instead, he slowly left the parking lot and headed toward Tech to the part of town, where Huck lived, to pick up Lucy.
He’d fully intended on going home with Deni. His imagination had run wild for the two hours after they’d left that lot in Iron Mountain. He’d almost reached for her several times but thought that touching her might not be the best move with her being nervous about the roads. Because once he touched her, he’d want to keep on touching her, and they’d end up in a ditch for sure.
And she’d invited him to follow her home, which was all the encouragement he’d needed, until… Damn, he never should have brushed off her car. He hadn’t noticed the mittens sitting on her passenger seat when he’d hopped in, started it, and turned the heater up. But as he cleared the snow from her windshield, he’d seen them sitting on the seat. Bright, multi-colored wool mittens that sent him spiraling back to Molly’s death. She’d had on a pair just like them when she’d been in the car accident that claimed her life.
Guilt and grief bubbled up inside him, pushing out the past two hours and all his thoughts of Deni naked.
God, Molly would have been right about the age Deni was now when she’d died. Which just slammed home how young Deni was. Whatever thoughts he still had of sleeping with her tonight blew away like the snow from her windshield.
When he got to Huck’s house, he parked in front, noting the drive had been plowed and the sidewalk shoveled. Maybe he’d be able to give Huck his money from that cop in person.
But no, unsurprisingly, Huck was nowhere to be found, though Lucy’s water bowl seemed to have been refilled. He let Lucy out into Huck’s fenced backyard and wrote his brother a note explaining the forty dollars and thanking him for keeping an eye on his dog.
At least he thought it was his brother who’d refilled the water bowl. With Huck, though, you never really knew.
After Lucy had done her business, he loaded her up in the truck and made the drive home.
D eni turned around as she
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