bare legs seemed endless and the skimpy little tank top she wore over the boxers hugged her feminine curves and made him wish he could do the same.
His crew chief, always attuned to any potential problems, put down his nail gun to join Ryder at the edge of the roof. Stan whistled under his breath. âIs that the home owner?â
âThatâs Mrs. Schulte,â Ryder confirmed.
Stan was quiet for a minute, taking in the situationâor maybe just admiring the view.
âYou wonât have to worry about anyone showing up late for this job,â his crew chief assured him. âThe guys will be more than happy to work under her. Or over her. Orââ He wisely swallowed the rest of his words when Ryder slid him a glance, then cleared his throat. âNo disrespect intended.â
He nodded. âHelp Dalton finish up here with the water shield. Iâll go see what Mrs. Schulte wants.â
As he climbed down the ladder propped up at the side of the house, Lauryn headed to meet him. She made quite a picture striding across the grass, and he let his gaze skim over her again. Though he knew she couldnât see his eyes through the dark lenses of his sunglasses, he forced his gaze up to her face when she halted in front of him. âIs there a problem?â he asked.
âThat depends on whether or not you consider a bunch of men banging on your roof at seven thirty in the morning a problem.â
âIâm guessing we woke you up.â
She shoved a wayward strand of dark hair away from her face. âGood guess.â
âIâm sorry,â he said. âThere was no answer when I knocked and no vehicle in the driveway, so I assumed you were out.â
âAt seven thirty in the morning?â
He shrugged. âOr didnât come home.â
âWhat do you meanâmy van isnât here?â She glanced over her shoulder and discovered that there were two trucksâone bearing the Renovations by Ryder logo and the other advertising Daltonâs Roofingâtaking up the length of driveway. âOh, right. Tristyn and I cabbed it back last night.â
He tilted his head to study her more closely. âIâm guessing that was a good idea. Head hurt this morning?â
âOnly because I woke up to someone banging on my roof,â she told him.
âThe tequila had nothing to do with it?â he challenged.
âThe effects of the tequila would have worn off after a couple more hours of sleep,â she said, her cheeks flushing.
âThen Iâll apologize for waking you, but the forecast was for clear skies and Dalton had the weekend free. I thought you would appreciate getting the roof done as soon as possible.â
âI do, of course,â she agreed. âI just didnât realize it would be this soon.â
âWe actually started yesterday,â he told her. âTearing off the old shingles and replacing the wet plywood. You didnât see the Dumpster at the side of the house?â
âNo, I didnât,â she admitted as her sisterâfully clothedâcrossed the lawn toward them.
âAnd when we left Marg & Ritaâs last night, I told you it was because we needed to get an early start today.â
She vaguely remembered him saying something about a roofing job, but she hadnât realized heâd been referring to her roof. âWill you be finished today?â Lauryn asked.
He glanced up at the clear sky. âI canât imagine why not.â
âPerhaps because the men who are supposed to be working are all focused on your conversation,â Tristyn suggested.
He shifted his gaze to his buddies, who were staring down from the roof without any pretense of working. He shook his head, but he knew he really couldnât blame them. âI donât think theyâre as interested in any conversation as they are in your sisterâs underwear.â
Lauryn gasped softly and