Tanner Ties. Peggy Moreland

why would she do that?” Ry asked. “You’re more than qualified for the job.”

      Luke tipped back his hat and pointed a finger at his face. “Most women find this a bit hard to look at.”

      Luke put off paying a visit to the Tanners’ cousin until the next afternoon. He would’ve put it off longer, if Ry hadn’t asked him at breakfast that morning if he’d talked to her yet. Knowing there was no sense in avoiding the “interview” any longer, he made the drive to the hunting lodge.

      Upon the death of Buck and Randall Tanner’s father, the Bar-T—the Tanner ranch—had been divided between the two brothers. Buck, the older of the two, had received the bulk of the land, and Randall had inherited the lodge and the five hundred acres of land surrounding it. Luke had heard that Buck, Ry’s father, hadn’t been pleased with the split, which was ridiculous, considering Buck had inherited the lion’s share of the sizable Tanner estate. Rumor was, Buck had tried to buy the property from his brother and when Randall refused to sell, Buck had never spoken to him again.

      Luke shook his head sadly as he parked his truck in front of the old lodge. Buck Tanner had been a stubborn man, one whose life was filled with more drama than all the soap operas on television put together. And he had been mean. He was probably rolling in his grave right now at the thought of his brother’s daughter moving into the old lodge.

      With a sigh, Luke climbed down from his truck, snugged his hat low over his brow and walked to the front door. Freshly turned earth marked a long trench that ran from the well house to the lodge, suggesting a plumber had recently laid new lines. Making a mental note to report the repairs to Ry, he rapped his gloved knuckles against the thick cedar door, then waited, silently praying that his knock wouldn’t be heard and he could leave with a clear conscience, knowing he’d at least tried. He was just about to turn for his truck, when the door swung open with a creak.

      “Can I help you?” a woman asked.

      Luke stole a glance at the woman from beneath the brim of his hat and was surprised to find that she was a good deal older than he’d expected.

      Keeping his gaze cast down, he drew the classified ad from his shirt pocket. “Yes, ma’am. I’ve come about the ad you ran in the paper.”

      She eyed him suspiciously. “Do you have any remodeling experience?”

      “Not specifically,” he admitted. “But I’m good with my hands. I can handle a saw and hammer well enough, and I can fix just about anything that’s broke.”

      “Do you drink?” she asked bluntly.

      He glanced up in surprise at the question, then quickly dropped his gaze again and shook his head. “I enjoy a cold beer every now and then, but I’m no alcoholic, if that’s what you’re asking.”

      “Do you have a police record?”

      He bit back a smile at the woman’s persistence, thinking the Tanner brothers were wrong about their cousin. There wasn’t a doubt in Luke’s mind that this woman could take care of herself. “No, ma’am. Last traffic ticket I received was for speeding, and that was a good five years ago.”

      Still eyeing him suspiciously, she stepped aside. “All right. You can come in.”

      He didn’t look up at her but stepped inside, wondering if this meant he had the job. The room she led him into was the main room of the lodge and probably forty feet square. It was obvious that more repair work was going on inside, as the room was bare of any furnishings. Paper covered the floor and crackled with each step he took as he followed the woman across the room. The odd lengths of electrical wire scattered about indicated an electrician had been working on the wiring.

      “Lauren is out back,” she said, gesturing to a set of French doors. “Working on the porch. She’s the one who’ll decide whether or not to hire you.”

      Luke stared at the retreating woman in confusion. “You’re not the one who placed the ad?”

      She stopped and glanced over her shoulder. “No. Lauren did. Lauren Tanner. She’s the owner.” She gestured toward the doors again. “Go on out and talk to her. See what she has to say. Chances are she’ll hire you. She could definitely use the help.”

      Before Luke had a chance to say anything more, the woman stepped into another room and closed the door behind her.

      Wishing he could head back to the ranch and forget his promise to Ry, Luke heaved a sigh and strode for the door. Once outside, the sound of hammering drew him to the far end of the porch. A pair of beat-up tennis shoes and denim-covered legs were his only view of the person swinging the hammer from a ladder perched against the roof of the house.

      “Ms. Tanner?” he shouted, in order for her to hear him above the banging noise.

      The hammering stopped and a head appeared below the edge of the roof. Luke bit back a groan when he found himself looking at the woman who had dumped the dog on him. The family resemblance was so strong, he was surprised he hadn’t made the connection the day she stopped him on the road. She had the Tanner eyes, blue as a summer sky. And her hair was the same inky black as the Tanner brothers.

      Although he was careful not to expose his face, she must’ve recognized him, too, because her lips thinned and her eyes narrowed. “Did you change your mind about taking my money?” she asked irritably.

      “No, ma’am.” He pulled the classified ad from his shirt pocket again. “I’m here about the job.”

      She hesitated a moment, then stomped down the ladder, making the metal rungs sing. “Have you done any remodeling before?”

      “Yes, ma’am, though not on a regular basis.”

      Reaching the ground, she yanked off her gloves. “Do you have any experience with woodworking equipment?”

      “Yes, ma’am.”

      “Masonry?”

      “Some.”

      “What about roofing?”

      He stepped out into the yard and looked up at the roof to judge his abilities. Finding it was a tin roof, he breathed a sigh of relief. Tin he could deal with. If it had been a tile roof, that would’ve been a different matter. “I can make what repairs are needed.”

      “What about water wells? Do you know how to deal with them?”

      “I couldn’t dig one, but I can keep a well pump running.”

      “Do you have any references?”

      He panicked a moment, but decided honesty was the best policy, even if he did sort of stretch the truth a bit. “I’ve done work for the Tanner brothers. I suppose they’d vouch for me.”

      The mention of the Tanner brothers didn’t seem to please her. Scowling, she stuffed her gloves into the rear pocket of her jeans. “The pay is minimum wage and the work back-breaking. Twenty hours a week is all I can afford, and when the remodeling’s completed, the job is over. Understand?”

      “Yes, ma’am. I do.”

      “I expect you here by seven each morning. It’s cooler then. You can leave at noon, and not a minute sooner. I expect an honest day’s work from you, and I won’t accept sloppy craftsmanship. Any job worth doing is worth doing right.”

      “I don’t have a problem with that.”

      “Do you have a preference for what days you work?”

      He lifted a shoulder. “No, ma’am. Like I said, I’m flexible.”

      “Then we’ll play it day by day. See what works best. You can start tomorrow. Seven sharp.”

      She started up the ladder and Luke turned away, figuring the interview was over and the job was his.

      “How’s the dog?”

      He turned back, surprised that she cared enough