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storage room behind the garage. There’s a workshop back there, too.”
    “Good. Okay, let’s do it.”
    After they moved the furniture, the two men pulled up the old, rotten carpet. Someone had spent a whole lot of money in this house, but none of it had been spent in these rooms.
    Catherine returned with a load of groceries. Tony helped her carry them in and put them away. “No cooking tonight, Catherine. I’m taking you out for dinner. Go make yourself beautiful while I take a quick shower.”
    A half-hour later, she came downstairs wearing a pretty yellow print dress with a halter top and enough cleavage to make it interesting. Her red hair curled around her bare shoulders. Tony whistled and held her arms out to get a good look. She looked nothing like the frumpy woman who’d picked him up at the airport. “Now you really look like a Catherine.”
    She cocked her head. “Catherine the Great?”
    “More like Princess Catherine.”
    Her eyes were no longer red and swollen. Her green eyes were clear, and she wore a little makeup, although she didn’t need much.
    The restaurant was cool, quiet, and expensive, and every guy in the place turned to get a second look at Catherine, but she seemed unaware of all the looks directed her way.
    They were seated, and the waiter brought a bottle of wine to the table. “Your usual?”
    Catherine caught Tony’s eye. “Would you rather have something else?”
    “Whatever you want. I usually drink beer.”
    “That sounds good.” She looked up at the waiter. “What kind of beer do you have?”
    Seeing her in a sexy dress and makeup, with her hair loose around her shoulders, he had to keep reminding himself of the purpose for being here. If they were out on a date, he’d be feeding her a line right about now, anything to get an invitation into her bed. But he was here to help her, not to seduce her. No sex this time, Donatelli. Catherine was Cara’s friend, not some woman he’d picked up in a singles bar.
    Tony had never made a move on a woman without an invitation, and even then there were times he held back. He’d flirt and tease, but a woman had to give him a clear signal that she was interested before he’d touch her. He was secure with his looks and his talents in the bedroom, but he didn’t like to risk his ego or his heart.
    The women he’d dated in his younger years had been smart and sexy, and several were good wife material, but he wasn’t looking for a wife then. He still wasn’t, but finding women for short-term relationships was getting harder. Everyone knew he was related to Nick and Cara Andrews Donatelli. Sometimes he couldn’t tell if women were interested in him or in getting close to Cara. He’d tried to tell himself it didn’t matter, that as long as the sex was good he didn’t care why they were with him, but he hated the thought that a woman might date him for reasons other than being with him.
    After dinner, Tony drove Catherine to the hospital. Father had a rack-like thing over his bed so he could lift himself and move a little without putting any pressure on his hip and leg. Walter Timmons had worked hard for most of his life, but he’d always been the one in control. From the look of frustration on his face, he was not in control now, and he wasn’t happy about it. He didn’t apologize for yelling at her this morning, and she didn’t apologize for her caustic remarks about his lady friends, if you could call them that.
    Catherine looked around her for Tony, and he stepped up beside her. “Father, this is Tony Donatelli. He’s helping me redo the maid’s rooms into a bedroom and bathroom for you.”
    “That’s not necessary.”
    “You need a place to sleep until you can handle the stairs again. The other choices are to stay here in the hospital or go to a rehab facility. I thought you’d rather come home.”
    “Okay,” he said with a resigned sigh. “Fix the house. What happened to... Can’t remember her name.”
    “Fawn.