King's Million-Dollar Secret. Maureen Child

world of movers and shakers like Lucas. What the hell else was he supposed to do with his time?

      “Oh, yeah,” Sean said with a grin. “I forgot about that bet you made. How’s it going, being back on a job site?”

      “Not bad,” Rafe admitted. Actually, he’d enjoyed himself more than he had expected. Being on a site with hardworking guys who didn’t know he was their boss had been … fun. And there was the added plus of being around a woman who made his body tight and his brain fuzz out. Until, of course, Katie had confessed that she hated the King family.

      “So,” Sean asked, “if you had such a good time, why do you look like you want to bite through a box of nails?”

      “You do look more annoyed than usual,” Lucas said with a shrug. “What’s up? And what’s it got to do with Katie Charles?”

      “Neither of you knows her?”

      Sean and Lucas looked at each other and shrugged. “Nope.”

      “Somebody does.”

      “Somebody knows everybody,” Lucas pointed out.

      “Yeah, but the somebody who knows Katie is a King.”

      Sean snorted. “Doesn’t narrow the field down by much.”

      “True.” Hell, there were so many King cousins in California, they could probably start their own county.

      “What’s the deal?” Lucas picked up his beer, leaned back in his chair and waited. “Why’s she bothering you?”

      “Because,” Rafe told him, standing up to walk to the balcony railing, “she hates the Kings.”

      “Hates us?” Sean laughed. “Impossible. Women love King men.”

      “That’s completely true,” Lucas said with a self-satisfied smile.

      “Usually, maybe,” Rafe said, his gaze sweeping across the froth of waves on the darkening ocean. Although his ex-wife would probably argue that point. “But this woman doesn’t. Hell she barely could say the word King without shuddering.”

      “So why’d she hire us if she hates us so much?”

      He turned to look at Sean. “Our company’s reputation, she says. But she’s not happy about it.”

      “And you think somebody in the family turned her against all Kings?” Lucas asked.

      “What else could it be?” Rafe looked at him and shrugged.

      “The real question here is,” Sean said quietly, “why do you care?”

      “That is a good question.” Lucas looked at Rafe and waited.

      Too good, Rafe thought. Hell, he didn’t know why he cared, either. God knew, he didn’t want to. He’d been down this road before and he’d already learned that not only didn’t he know how to love, but according to his ex-wife, he was actually incapable of it.

      So why bother with romancing a woman when you knew going in it was doomed to fail? No, he kept his relationships easy. Uncomplicated. A few hours of recreational sex and no strings attached.

      Better for everyone when the rules were clear.

      Yet, there was Katie.

      She stirred him up in a way he’d never known before, though damned if he’d admit that to anyone else. Hard enough to get himself to acknowledge it.

      “Yeah, it is a good question,” Rafe muttered. “Too bad I don’t have an answer.”

      Katie was getting used to the noise, the dust, the confusion and the presence of strangers in her house. One week and she could barely remember what quiet was like. Or privacy. Or being able to move around her kitchen to the sounds of late-night radio.

      Now, her kitchen was an empty shell of a room. She glanced out one of the wide windows into the backyard and sighed. There was a small trailer parked on her grass, its doors wide open, revealing tools and equipment enough to build four kitchens.

      Pickup trucks belonging to Steve, Arturo and Rafe were also parked on her lawn and the piles of her discarded kitchen were getting bigger. Broken linoleum, old pipes, her sink—a beautiful, cast iron relic—lay tilted atop one of the mountains of trash and just for a second, Katie felt a twinge of panic.

      This had all seemed like such a good idea at the time. Now though, she had to wonder if she’d been crazy. What if the new kitchen wasn’t as good as the old? What if her new stove didn’t cook as reliably? Where would she ever find another sink so wide and deep? What if her business went belly up and she’d spent her savings on a kitchen she wouldn’t be able to afford?

      “Oh, God …”

      “Too late for panic now,” a deep voice assured her from the doorway.

      She turned around to look at Rafe and caught the knowing gleam in his eyes. She forced a smile. “Not full-blown panic yet. Just a little … okay,” she admitted finally, “panic.”

      He laughed and she had a moment to think how devastating he really was before the smile on his face faded. He walked into the room and looked out at the view she’d been staring at. “It looks bad now, but it’s going to be great when it’s finished.”

      “Easy for you to say.”

      “Yeah, it is. This isn’t my first rodeo, you know. I’ve done a lot of remodels and the owners always have that wild-eyed look you have right now.” He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “But they’re always happy when it’s over.”

      “Because it’s over or because they love what you did to their houses?”

      “A little of both, maybe,” he acknowledged. “Just wanted to let you know we found a leak in a hot-water pipe.”

      “A leak?” Katie instantly had mental images of a rising flood beneath the house.

      “Relax,” he said. “It’s just an old, slow leak. The joint on the pipes is bad. We’re going to replace it, we just need to show it to you first and get you to sign off on the work, since it’s extra to the contract.”

      She blew out a relieved breath. “Right. Okay then. Lead the way.”

      Katie followed Rafe out of the patio, across the yard and through the back door to the kitchen. She couldn’t even reach her favorite room in the old house by walking down the hallway. It was crowded with her refrigerator, tables holding all of her pantry items and towers of pots and pans.

      The sun was blazing down out of a clear blue sky and she was grateful for California weather. If she’d had to do this remodeling job in a place renowned for rain, it would have been far worse.

      Rafe held the door open for her and she walked inside to a room she barely recognized. The old subfloor was black and littered with dust. The skeletons of the cabinets stood out like picked over bones on the walls. The pipes looked forlorn somehow, as if they were embarrassed to be seen.

      Steve, the plumber, was crawling up out of a hole in the floor. Katie just managed to hide a shudder. You couldn’t pay her enough to crawl under the house where spiders and God knew what other kind of bug lived. When he was clear, Steve turned to flash her a smile. “If you come over here, I can show you the leak.”

      “Great. Leaks.” She picked her way across the floor, stepping over scattered tools and bits of old wood. She stopped alongside the long, narrow opening in the floor and squatted beside Steve. He held a flashlight pointed beneath the floorboards and said, “There it is. Probably been dripping like that for years. Hasn’t done any damage, so that’s good. But we should put in a new copper joint.”

      Katie nodded solemnly as if she understood exactly what he was talking about. But the truth was, she didn’t see a leak. All she noticed was a damp spot on the earth beneath the floor that probably shouldn’t be there. If she actually