The Long, Hot Texas Summer. Cathy Thacker Gillen

to do with my talent as a carpenter.”

      Understanding dawned on his handsome face. Along with a hint of anger. Amanda warmed beneath the intensity in his eyes. “So we took all the employee photos off the website and just listed the carpenters by name, or in my case, just my initials and last name. To differentiate me from my granddad we added the Junior to my name. That successfully eliminated all the customers just interested in making up jobs to hit on me.”

      “Makes sense.”

      She straightened. “Luckily, that’s not going to be the case here.”

      “No,” he concurred, meeting her stern gaze. “It’s not.”

      “Good to hear.” Amanda relaxed in relief. The last thing she wanted to deal with was the amorous attention of the tall, sexy Texan. Given how physically attractive she found him, the situation might be just too tempting.

      Thinking he was possibly the most easygoing man she had ever met, Amanda drew a deep breath. “Anyway, back to the way the company operates. My grandfather takes the service requests. He makes up the schedule and does all the accounting work required to run the business. The other four employees are all master carpenters, and they work in San Angelo. They all have families, and don’t want to be away for days at a time, so I take the gigs on all the remote locations.”

      When he opened his mouth she lifted a staying hand. “Unless you’re not comfortable with that? If that’s the case, I’ll see if one of the guys wants to do it.” She paused again, frowning. “They’d have to commute back and forth, and the two hours’ travel time daily would add significantly to the overall cost and time it will take to complete the job.”

      McCabe shook his head, swiftly vetoing that suggestion. “That won’t be necessary,” he reassured her. “You’re here. You should do it.”

      Happy that much was settled, Amanda was ready to move on, too. She returned his easy smile. “Then how about you show me everything you want done so I can get started.”

      * * *

      JUSTIN SPENT THE next half hour showing Amanda the bunkhouse they were converting for the opening of the Laramie Boys Ranch. It would house the first group of eight boys and two house parents. There were cabinets to install in the bathrooms. Trim and doors to put on. Bookshelves and built-in locker-style armoires to be constructed in each of the five bedrooms.

      Amanda paused next to the mangled drywall and damaged utility cabinet in the mudroom. She brushed splinters of wood from the plumbing hookup for the washer. “What happened here?”

      Motioning for the dogs to stay back, well out of harm’s way, Justin grabbed a trash bag. “I tried to put the cabinet up myself and it fell off the wall, taking the drywall with it.”

      Amanda dropped the shards of splintered wood and ripped-up drywall into the bag. Justin knelt to help her gather debris.

      “Can you fix it?” He wasn’t used to screwing up. Failing in front of a highly competent woman made it even worse.

      “Yes.” Amanda dusted off her hands and took out her measuring tape.

      Justin watched as she set down her notebook and measured the damaged back of the cupboard. “No need to order a new cabinet?”

      Nodding, she jotted down a set of numbers.

      When she had finished looking around, Justin asked, “What’s your best estimate?”

      Amanda raked her teeth across her lush lower lip as she consulted the list she had made. “You said you wanted hardwood flooring installed throughout?”

      “Except for the bathrooms. Those are going to have ceramic tile.”

      “The target date?”

      “August first.”

      “Which gives us a little under four weeks.” She tilted her head slightly to one side, her hair brushing the curve of her shoulder. “That’s an ambitious schedule.”

      “Is it doable?”

      “That all depends. Are you willing to have me work weekends and some evenings, too?”

      Until more donations or grants came in, things were really tight. “We don’t have the budget for overtime pay,” he admitted.

      Understanding lit her eyes. “I’ll just charge you the regular rate, then.”

      He paused, tempted to accept yet not wanting to take advantage. “Sure?”

      She tucked her notebook under her arm and headed for the open front door. She stepped outside, the sunshine illuminating her shapely legs. “Consider it my donation for your cause. Which, by the way, is a good one.”

      Justin fell into step beside her as they continued toward her truck. “You think so?”

      She tossed him an admiring glance. “Troubled kids need a place to go.” A hint of a smile curved her lips. “If that can happen in a beautiful setting like this, more power to you.”

      “Thanks.” Not everyone was on board with his idea for the ranch. It helped to know she was.

      The dogs raced forward, suddenly on full alert. A split second later, a car motor purred in the distance. Two vehicles appeared, the second one a black-and-white Laramie County sheriff’s car.

      “Another lost tourist?” Amanda joked, her glance roving over him once again. “This one with a police escort?”

      Justin shook his head, hoping it wasn’t more bad news. “Mitzy Martin. She’s the social worker tapped to work with the ranch. She’s also on the board of directors. The sheriff’s deputy is my brother Colt McCabe. He’s in charge of community outreach for the department. I have no idea who the teenage boy with her is....”

      Amanda backed up. “Well, obviously you don’t need me for whatever this is.” Giving the other visitors a cursory wave, she walked to the truck, his dogs trailing behind her, and began unloading her tools.

      The teenage boy stayed put as Mitzy and Colt got out of their cars. Both radiated concern as they approached. “We have a favor to ask,” Mitzy told him.

      Justin looked at the sullen teen slouched in the passenger seat of Mitzy’s car, arms crossed militantly in front of him. Pale and thin, he wore a black T-shirt with a skull on the front. His dark ash-blond hair was on the long side. “What’s up?”

      Mitzy shot him an imploring look. “We need a place for Lamar Atkins to stay during the day for the rest of the summer.”

      Understandable, but... “The ranch isn’t open yet.”

      Colt inclined his head toward the unfinished bunkhouse. “It looks like you could use a lot of help getting it ready.”

      That much was certainly true, particularly in the bunkhouse. Justin paused, wanting to make sure he knew what they were expecting him to provide. “You want me to pay him?”

      Mitzy shook her head. “Help him work off his community service hours.”

      “For...?” Justin prompted.

      His brother frowned. “Repeated truancy. He’s supposed to be in summer school now, but he keeps skipping, and the judge gave him one hour of community service for every hour of class he’s skipped. Which amounts to two hundred and thirty-six hours.”

      Justin muttered a compassionate oath. That was going to take a while to work off.

      “If you take Lamar on, and he sticks with the program, he’ll be finished with his community service commitment before school starts in the fall,” Mitzy urged. “And hopefully will learn something in the process.”

      Justin looked at the kid. He had his earphones in, his eyes closed. Justin turned back to Mitzy and Colt. Both had also felt the call to help others. Although his brother was now happily married and father to a little boy, Mitzy was as single as Justin was, with as