“Of course I am,” Josh said. “That’s why we have them. What’s your point?”
“Let me ask you this. Did you meet Maggie Forsythe?”
Josh didn’t have to give the question that much thought. “Yeah, we met.”
“I don’t suppose you noticed that she’s…opinionated,” Cord said.
It had been a brief but definitely memorable encounter. “I noticed.”
“She’s bossy,” Cord added meaningfully.
“Doesn’t surprise me a bit,” Josh replied.
“She thinks it’s her duty to turn this from a bare-bones house into a home,” Cord concluded.
Josh ground his teeth. “If it’s not on the blueprint, it’s not happening.”
Cord and Caleb exchanged a look, then burst out laughing.
“Good luck with that,” Caleb said. “I don’t know her but I do know her reputation for getting her way.”
Josh didn’t like the implication that he didn’t stand a chance against Maggie Forsythe and her whims.
“You hired me to get this house built, right?” he said, his gaze locked with Cord’s.
“Absolutely.”
“And I’m the expert.”
“No question about it,” Cord said.
“I’m in charge,” Josh added for good measure.
“Certainly,” Cord said cheerfully.
“Then my decisions are the ones that count,” Josh said with finality.
“It ought to work that way,” Cord agreed, his smirk still in place.
“That’s the way it will work,” Josh said.
“Unless Maggie has other ideas,” Cord said mildly.
Josh was more relieved than ever that he’d assigned her to the lunch detail. Maybe that would keep her out of his path, maybe even off the site entirely if she considered the insult grave enough.
“I don’t think it’s going to be an issue. I assigned her to make lunch,” he informed Cord.
Cord’s mouth gaped, as Caleb murmured, “Oh, brother!”
“How did she take that?” Cord asked.
“Not well, if you must know, but I didn’t back down.”
“Really?” Cord said, his amusement growing. “And you think you won?”
“I know I won. She’ll be fixing sandwiches, period.”
“Let me give you a friendly little warning, Josh. I’ve known the woman most of my life,” Cord said. “Trust me, her powers of persuasion were honed from birth. If Maggie wants things her way, you don’t stand a chance. If she went along with this assignment you gave her, it’s because she’s lulling you into a false sense of complacency. You’ll pay eventually.”
Suddenly Josh recalled the first discussion with Cord and Dinah about this house-building thing. He realized now that he’d asked all the right questions that morning in his motel room, but they’d been about the wrong woman. It had never been about him and Amanda O’Leary. It had always been about him and this Maggie person.
“She’s the reason you were so hell-bent on getting me to agree to build this house, isn’t she?” he demanded, glaring at Cord. “You and Dinah figured you’d toss us together and watch the sparks fly, am I right?”
Cord looked only moderately guilty. “You’d have to ask Dinah about her motivation,” he insisted. “Me, I just wanted to get the right man in charge of the job. I won’t even be around to watch the fireworks, assuming there are any.”
“There won’t be,” Josh said grimly. “I quit.”
“You can’t quit,” Caleb protested, looking horrified.
“I just did.”
“You’d run this whole project off into a ditch just because you’re scared of a woman you’ve barely even met?” Cord asked.
“No, I’m walking off the job because you and Dinah lied to me. You told me it wasn’t about hooking me up with some woman.”
“It’s not,” Cord protested. “It’s about getting a house built. Besides, you’re a grown man. You don’t have to hook up with any woman you’re not interested in.”
Josh regarded him with suspicion. “Then you and Dinah aren’t going to be standing around cheering from the sidelines, matchmaking every chance you get?”
“Of course not.”
“You swear it?”
“Cross my heart,” Cord said, sketching a very large X across his chest.
He looked sincere. He even sounded sincere. “I don’t believe you,” Josh said.
Cord looked wounded. “Have I ever lied to you?”
“Not about anything work related,” Josh admitted.
“About anything?” Cord persisted.
“I suppose not,” Josh conceded reluctantly.
“Okay, then, you have no reason to distrust me now.”
“You don’t worry me half as much as your wife does.”
“Understandable,” Cord said. “But Dinah won’t be around that much, either. She’s usually working at the TV station on weekends.”
Josh was only moderately placated by Cord’s reassurances. “In that case, I won’t quit.” He shot a meaningful look at both men. “Yet.”
“You’re not going to regret this,” Caleb said cheerfully. “It’s going to be a rewarding experience for all of us.”
Josh had his doubts. From the moment he’d met Maggie Forsythe, he’d known in his gut it was going to be a disaster.
4
There was something about a man in low-riding jeans and a tool belt, especially if he had rock-hard abs instead of a beer belly. Maggie sat on a stack of lumber in the shade of an old oak tree and admired the view as Josh stretched to hold a beam in place. Thanks to the typically humid weather, most of the men had stripped off their shirts hours ago. She hadn’t seen so much pale flesh and so many flabby bellies in years. Josh’s tanned, well-honed physique provided an absolutely fascinating contrast.
Then, of course, there was the remarkable fit of his well-worn jeans. Even her most recent bad experience with the male gender hadn’t robbed her of her ability to appreciate the sex appeal of a very fine derriere, even if this one did happen to belong to the annoyingly arrogant Josh Parker.
She was still irritated by his assumption that she was incapable of making a contribution more demanding than brewing coffee and fixing sandwiches. When she’d arrived today, dressed to work, he hadn’t budged from his original position.
“You’re assigned to lunches,” he said, his gaze unrelenting. Then, as if to deliberately taunt her, he added, “I like my coffee strong.”
She’d almost asked if he also liked it dumped over his thick skull.
But because she was here to help, not stir up trouble, she’d made coffee by the gallon and enough sandwiches to feed a starving army. She’d also vowed to set Josh straight about her capabilities before the day was out.
She’d done all of the renovations on the gallery when she’d first bought it. It had given her a deep sense of satisfaction to look around those cozy rooms and know that she’d turned the space from a shabby, deserted storefront filled with cobwebs into an upscale gallery. She’d painted every nook and cranny and hung every track light herself. She’d even replaced the crown molding. In fact, she’d become something of a whiz with her saw and miter box. Wouldn’t the superior Mr. Parker be stunned to know that?
She was debating just how to knock him off his high horse, when Dinah slipped into place beside her. Maggie frowned at her.
“I thought you were working at the TV station today,” she said.
“I took a break to check on things here,” Dinah said, then grinned. “Aren’t you glad you said yes?” she inquired, following the direction of Maggie’s gaze. “Working here sure beats moping around out on Sullivan’s Island, don’t you think?”
“There were plenty of gorgeous, bare-chested men out there,” Maggie retorted. “It was a beach, for goodness’ sakes.”
“Then why are you staring at Josh with such fascination?”
Maggie turned her gaze toward Dinah, sacrificing the fantasies in w
hich she’d been indulging. “Is that what you think I was doing?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Maybe I was just plotting how to destroy the man’s enormous ego.”
Dinah grinned. “Because of the lunch thing? I heard about that. I don’t suppose you added anything extra to his coffee, did you?”
“Not this time. I’m trying to decide if I want to kill him or make him suffer for a few hours. I’m leaning toward the latter.”
Dinah studied her worriedly. “You’re not really that furious with him, are you? He was just being a guy. You have this ultrafeminine look about you that makes men misjudge you. Show him what you’re capable of doing and he’ll put you to work. He needs all the qualified help he can get.”
“I don’t think he’s all that interested in my construction skills,” Maggie said.
“Few men think of drill bits and hammers when they first see you, Magnolia. Give the guy a break.”
“Why would I want to do that?”
“Because he’s sexy and available, for starters.”
A warning bell sounded in Maggie’s head. She knew all the signs of Dinah on a mission. “Don’t get any ideas,” she warned, once again dragging her gaze away from that delectable backside. “I’m here to work. Nothing more.”
“Then you’re insane,” a lilting, unfamiliar voice chimed in. “I loved my husband and I’m not looking for a replacement, but that one could change my mind, at least for a night.”
Maggie turned and saw that they’d been joined by a woman with dark circles of exhaustion under her eyes. She was so fragile-looking, Maggie was sure a strong wind could pick her up and carry her off. Yet there was something about her, an indefinable spark of amazing strength, as well as a glint of humor in her eyes. Maggie had no doubt that this was the woman for whom the house was intended. Dinah confirmed it.
“I’m with you,” Dinah said, grinning at the newcomer. “Amanda O’Leary, this cynical woman is Maggie Forsythe. She owns Images.”
Amanda’s eyes lit up with unmistakable approval. “Oh, what a lovely shop. I was in there not long after you opened. Even before…” Her eyes welled with tears, and she brushed them away impatiently. “It was always out of my league, but I certainly admire your taste.”
Maggie was pleased with the compliment. How could she help but like anyone who admired her taste? “You’ll have to come by again and I’ll help you choose something for your new home. It will be my housewarming gift to you.”
“That’s very sweet of you, but I couldn’t possibly accept,” Amanda protested. “You being here to help is more than enough. I knew people from church were going to be here, but I’m overwhelmed that so many other people are willing to pitch in and do something like this for a stranger. Having a home of our own again, well, it’s practically a miracle to me and the kids. After my husband died, I thought we’d never get back on our feet, not with all those creditors hounding us.”
“I thought declaring bankruptcy protects you from them,” Maggie said.
“It does…it did,” Amanda said. “But it took me a long time to admit that I needed to take that step. I was determined to pay back every dime Bobby owed until I finally saw that I would never catch up and that I was hurting the kids with my stubborn pride.”
“Speaking of the kids, where are they?” Dinah asked.
Maggie saw the question for what it was, a deliberate attempt to change the touchy subject. She understood Dinah’s motive. Despite her brave front and evident resiliency, Amanda O’Leary was the kind of woman people instinctively wanted to protect. Men had probably been leaping to her defense ever since the tragedy that had taken her husband’s life. Even as that thought crossed Maggie’s mind, she realized how petty it sounded.
“Oh, good grief, the kids were right here a second ago,” Amanda said, her expression alarmed. “I told them to stay put and not get in anyone’s way. Unfortunately, Larry and Jimmy love anything to do with tools, and Susie tags along right after them. She’s going to be quite the tomboy.”
Maggie spotted them before Dinah or Amanda did. All three kids were lined up watching Josh Parker, their expressions unsmiling. He was staring back at them as if they were aliens. Given the way he’d treated her, Maggie caught her breath, anticipating some harsh remark that would send them fleeing in tears.
Instead, Josh hunkered down until he was at eye level with them. She couldn’t hear what he said, but it was enough to earn him a shy grin from Susie, who looked to be about four. The boys were still stoic, as if they’d become used to being shunted aside by grown-ups and anticipated it happening yet again despite Josh’s attention at the moment.
“I’d better go rescue Josh,” Amanda said, worry knitting her brow as she hurried away.
An odd sensation settled in Maggie’s chest when she saw a warm smile spread across Josh’s face at Amanda’s approach. When the woman placed a protective hand on each of her sons’ shoulders, he said something that made her laugh, and Maggie’s heart flipped right over. The jealousy-tinged reaction was disconcerting.
“Looks as if they’re getting along just fine,” she said to Dinah, unable to keep a certain edge out of her voice. “Did I get it wrong, after all? Was that what you had in mind? Not matchmaking for me, but giving Amanda a house and a man to go with it?”
Dinah gave her a knowing look that came from years of being able to read Maggie’s innermost thoughts. “What exactly are you seeing when you look at those two, Maggie?”
“Two people who are flirting with each other,” Maggie said, then couldn’t resist adding, “it’s a little unseemly, don’t you think? Didn’t Amanda just lose her husband?”
Dinah merely grinned. “The accident was almost a year ago and last I heard, flirting’s not a crime. Maybe you should give it a try, Maggie. You used to excel at it. A flirtation might loosen you up.”
“And who would you suggest I flirt with? I’m sure you have someone in mind. If not Josh, it must be someone around here. Caleb, maybe? Didn’t you learn anything after hooking me up with Warren? Caleb seems sweet, but I’m not cut out for the steady, reliable type.”
“I didn’t have anyone in particular in mind, to be honest,” Dinah said with just the right touch of sincerity. “And it doesn’t matter who you flirt with. Just do it. You need to get your blood pumping again.”
“My blood is pumping just fine,” Maggie retorted irritably.
Dinah’s grin spread as she glanced pointedly from Maggie to Josh and Amanda, then back again. “Why, yes, I believe it is. Jealousy sometimes has the same effect.”
With that insightful barb, Dinah sashayed off, leaving Maggie wondering how fast her blood would race if she decided to strangle her best friend.
Josh spotted the purposeful glint in Maggie’s eye from halfway across the yard. He’d actually been surprised when she’d shown up at the building site this morning. He’d been doubly surprised when she’d taken on the lunch assignment without a complaint and done a fine job of it. The coffee had been hot, strong and plentiful. The thick sandwiches had been served on paper plates decorated with little slices of fruit. There had even been homemade brownies for dessert, which suggested she’d been out to prove that she could handle any assignment, no matter how disagreeable, with grace and aplomb.
Now, however, with most people leaving for the day, she looked as if all those words she’d no doubt been biting back since their first meeting were right on the tip of her tongue. He braced himself to tune out the expected harangue.
“I’m surprised you’re still here,” he said when she planted herself in front of him. “I thought you’d take off the minute your assignment was done.”
“We need to talk.”
He wiped the sweat from his brow with a bandanna and resigned himself to letting her have her say. “What about?”
“My capabilities versus your insulting view of women.”
Josh grinned despite himself. “In that case, I think I could use something cold to drink.” Wi
thout waiting for her response, he headed for a cooler and pulled out an icy can of soda. “Want one?”
“No, thank you,” she said primly.
He shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He tilted the can and took a long, slow swallow. Drops of ice-cold water dripped from the can and fell on his overheated flesh, which had warmed a few more degrees since Miss Maggie had stepped into his line of vision. The effect she had on him was downright dangerous.
She was a picture of pure femininity, he thought, but he doubted she’d planned it that way. In fact, it was clear she’d set out to prove just the opposite in her blue chambray work shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the tails knotted at her tiny waist. Her jeans were well worn and her shoes were dotted with paint spatters. She’d pulled her long hair up into some sort of knot and secured it to the top of her head.
But none of that took away from her flushed cheeks, shiny lips or the very feminine curls that had escaped to brush the delicate nape of her neck. Some women were simply born sexy, and Maggie was one of them. She could have worn a burlap sack and she’d still have set his pulse racing.
Didn’t matter, he told himself sternly. After what Cord and Caleb had told him about her determination, he knew he couldn’t afford to lose focus around her, not for a second.
“I thought you wanted to talk,” he said, aware that her gaze seemed to be locked on his chest. On another occasion he might have considered her expression flattering or interpreted it as an invitation to something more interesting than conversation.
Her head snapped up and the flush in her cheeks deepened.
“I don’t like you, Mr. Parker.”
Josh bit back a grin. “You’re breaking my heart.”
Undaunted, she went on. “But that’s beside the point. I came here to help and you’re wasting my skills.”
“Really? I thought lunch was fairly good.”
She immediately rose to the bait. “Fairly good? Have you ever had anything better on a construction site?”
He shrugged. “Maybe not. Those little fruit things were a nice touch. What do you call that?”
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