“Sorry. I tried to let you know I was here.”
The cord of her earbuds dangled impotently against the railing. “What?” she breathed.
“I didn’t mean to startle you. I thought I’d come out this morning and get a head start on—”
She leaped into motion so quickly that he bit back his words in shock as she took the three porch steps in one quick leap and swooped up the dropped iPad.
“Sorry,” she breathed. “It’s the only thing keeping me sane out here.” When she cradled it like an injured baby, Shane doubted her claim of sanity. “I think it’s okay,” she breathed as she swiped one finger over the screen. “I think it’s okay.”
“Great,” he said dryly.
“Yes, it is great, isn’t it?” She finally looked directly at him and a wide smile spread over her face. “Hey, Shane! I didn’t expect to see you here this early!”
“So I gathered.”
She hugged her iPad tighter, and Shane tried not to notice the way her breasts pressed up, revealing a beautiful amount of cleavage above the thin cotton of her tank. He tried not to notice, but he failed miserably. He was a man, and there were breasts right there. Her skin wasn’t quite so tan where the shirt dipped down. It was pale and soft and gently rising, like—
“You’re all cowboyed up again,” she said.
He frowned a little at the delight in her voice. Did she think this was Disneyland, where people played dress-up and tried on a drawl?
“The hat,” she clarified.
“The hat is for shade. I’m not a cowboy.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she said, waving a hand as her earbud cord bounced.
“What are we going to do today?”
“What are we going to do? This is so exciting!”
Oh, God. Fine. Shane took a deep breath and tried to let his grumpiness go as he followed Merry toward the saloon. He couldn’t put a finger on when it had sunk so deeply into his flesh. He used to be able to let a bad mood go. He used to be able to forget his family and the years of betrayals and stress. He could work to forget. Or hang out with friends. And if that didn’t work, there were always women. But the past year had made forgetting damned difficult.
“You should get some spurs!” she said, walking backward now. “A little jingling would really liven this place up.”
He opened his mouth to respond, then realized he had no idea what to say to that. “Right,” he finally said in defeat before closing his mouth again.
She nodded solemnly. “Yeah.”
Shane suddenly had to consider that Providence might be a ghost town in an old episode of the Twilight Zone. It had to be. There was no other explanation for this odd woman plunked down in the middle of the dustiest part of Jackson Hole. There was no way to explain why she’d stumbled into his problems this way.
“I brought the estimates,” he said, then jumped forward to grab Merry as she tripped over her own feet and almost went down on her ass. “Hey. You okay?”
“Sure!” Her laugh tripped over itself like a broken toy.
Shane frowned, sensing there was something more there, but if her reaction was simple embarrassment at her clumsiness, he didn’t want to press further. When the warmth of her waist soaked into his fingers, Shane realized he was still holding her and stood back with an awkward pat of her ribs. “So…”
He slipped the envelope from his back pocket and handed it over. “There’s the estimate. Why don’t you take a look at that while I sort through the spare wood, then we’ll make a plan.”
Even as he spoke, Merry tore open the envelope and unfolded the papers. True fear twisted her brow into lines of tension.
Why? It wasn’t her money. Hell, he’d expect that spending the money of a trust would be damn fun, especially when you were irritatingly excited about the project in the first place. “Not what you expected?” he asked. He was experienced, and not cheap, but he didn’t think his hourly wage was exorbitant.
“Oh,” she breathed, her eyes darting over the page before she flipped to the next. “No, of course not. It’s…just…”
He kept his mouth shut, waiting for a clue as to what was going on. As he expected, Merry couldn’t bear the silence, and she jumped to fill it.
“It’s just… We’d better start with the first one. Just the porch. Then hopefully…”