fix my roof?â
His smile vanished. âNo one. I took it upon myself because it needed to be done. And because I didnât have anything better to do this afternoon. And â¦â He seemed reluctant to say more, but then he plunged ahead. âAnd because friends help each other out.â
She raised her eyebrows. âIs that what we are?â
âWell â¦â He shrugged. âI thought we might be headed in that direction.â
Her eyebrows flew up. âLike maybe weâd take upââ
âDonât say it. Thatâs not what I was thinking. Whatever happened back then, itâs in the past. This is a new start. I think I like you, Lana. I like the person youâve become.â
She took a deep breath. How could she be so mad at him when he was only trying to help, and saying such nice things? But she was madâfurious. âI already called Hansen Roofing. They were coming out on Friday.â
âAnd how were you going to pay them?â
Oh, now heâd really gone too far. âI was going to trade my body, okay?â
Sloanâs eyes widened and his nostrils actually flared.
âFor heavenâs sake,â she huffed, âMr. Hansen agreed to let me spread the payments out. Iâm not destitute.â
âIâll give you better terms.â His cocky smile returned.
âIâll pay you what the jobâs worth. Arenât you cops always moonlighting for extra income?â She would see how
he
liked having his financial status questioned.
âI wasnât planning to charge you.â
She pulled her checkbook out. âThree hundred twenty-five, thatâs what Hansenâs was charging.â And she didnât care if she wiped out her whole bank balance and had to live on peanut butter for the next two weeks. She wouldnât have this debt to Sloan hanging over her head.
âIf youâre so hot to write me a check, you can reimburse me for the materials. Sixty-eight dollars and some change. But I wonât accept your money for my labor. Iâm doing this because I like working with my hands, and because I want to do something nice for you. Is that such a crime?â
Not when he put it like that. âYou should have consulted me first.â
âI did. You said no.â
âSo you came over anyway?â This was incredible.
âI knew youâd like it when it was finished.â
âOf all theââ But he wasnât listening to her. Heâd turned and was climbing back up the ladder.
âI need to take advantage of these last few minutes of daylight,â he said matter-of-factly. âI can pick up the check later.â
âYeah, in my dreams,â Lana murmured, admiring his backside despite herself. She wasnât sure why she was so dead set against this. In simpler times she might have accepted his friendly gesture without worrying about repercussions. But if Bart had taught her nothingelse, heâd taught her that sometimes paybacks were a bitch.
Sloan worked until it was too dark to tell whether he was about to hammer a nail or his thumb. Reluctantly he gathered up his tools, climbed down the ladder, and stowed everything in the back of his Cherokee. The job wasnât done yet. He dreaded announcing to Lana that he would be back tomorrow to finish. In her present mood, she might be waiting for him in the front yard with a shotgun.
Heâd never seen a woman so dead set against someone helping her. Kinda made him wonder exactly what sheâd been through in the past ten years. If he recalled, his eighteen-year-old Lana had been quick to accept a lift home from the libraryâprovided no one saw them. She hadnât minded when he wanted to buy her a hot fudge sundae with his hard-earned cash. When heâd bought her a small presentâa crystal necklaceâsheâd accepted it without qualms.
So what had happened in the interim?
Recalling