Free Pretend You're Mine: A Small Town Love Story by Lucy Score

wheel. “You’re perfect the way you are.”
    “Baby, this car is older than you are. Don’t you think it’s time to put it out to pasture? Maybe get something less like a tin can?”
    “I love this car. It just needs a little maintenance, which I’m saving up for, and she’ll be good as new.”
    “How many times has it let you sit on the side of the road?”
    Harper cranked up the radio and grinned. “What? I can’t hear you. Radio’s too loud.”
    He shook his head and shifted in his seat. His knee grazed her hand as it rested on the gearshift. Neither made the effort to move.
    Luke finally leaned forward and punched the button, turning the music off.
    “So how are things going at the office?” In just a few days Harper had made a significant dent in the back work, but there was much more to be done.
    “Good, so far.”
    “Any areas you see we need to improve on yet?”
    Harper glanced at him to see if he was joking. “You want my opinion?”
    “You sound surprised.”
    She tried to remember the last time a guy had asked her opinion. Ted certainly was never interested at work or at home. When she tried to talk to him about changing his bookkeeping software, he told her not to worry her pretty little head about it.
    “I’ve only been there two days.”
    “You’re a smart girl.” Luke poked her leg and Harper prayed he didn’t see the goose bumps that cropped up everywhere from his touch. “Don’t hold back. You won’t hurt my feelings.”
    Harper eyed him suspiciously. “Okay.” She cleared her throat. “There’s a few areas that could stand some attention.”
    “Go on.”
    “Well your software is pretty old-school. I think we could find some kind of integrated package that would replace your job costing and invoicing systems, plus your database, with one Swiss army knife tool that does it all. So you’d only have to enter changes once instead of two or three difference places. It shouldn’t cost much more than you’re spending now, and you could really develop a CRM.”
    “CRM?”
    “Customer relationship management system. Say Frank is on the job site and a client mentions they’re thinking about upgrading to granite in the bathrooms. Frank can grab his iPad or laptop and plug that into the system so it kicks a notice back to the office to price out the upgrade. The next day, the pricing and options are in the CRM and Frank can walk through it with the client.”
    Luke nodded. “It’s not a bad idea.”
    “It’s better than Frank forgetting all about it and the client changing his mind and sticking with whatever the regular countertop is.”
    “What else can a CRM do?”
    Harper took a deep breath and launched into the basics. She could tell she was losing him when his frown deepened. “Just think of it as a robot assistant,” she said.
    Luke nodded. “I like robots.”
    “So tell me about Frank. What’s his deal?” She adjusted the visor against the sun.
    “You mean, why is he so pissed off all the time?” Luke grinned behind his sunglasses. “It’s just part of his charm. He giving you trouble?”
    “Not really. I kind of like him. I was just curious. He seems ...”
    “Insubordinate?” he supplied.
    “Well, yeah.”
    Luke sighed. “Frank and I go way back. I’ve known him since I was a kid. He’s a good worker. One of the best. He knows more about the ins and outs of this business than anyone. He’s just a loudmouth pain in the ass.”
    Harper snorted.
    “How is it working with your dad?”
    Luke shrugged. “It’s good.” Harper looked at him pointedly, waiting for him to continue. “He ran a contracting business for years and I always knew I wanted to build. So about ten years ago, we decided to give it a go and started the company.”
    “You’re awfully nonchalant about it.”
    Luke grinned. “About what?”
    “I’ve only had a peek at your books and the incoming checks, but it looks like you’re quite the thriving builder, buddy,” she