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a sign of surrender. Evan actually looked kind of cute at the moment, like a little boy who had been told he couldn’t play outside. “I don’t like them either. I was simply inquiring as to how the work was going. Do you want me to continue in here or help you?”
    Evan sighed and looked around the chaos that surrounded them. “I was hoping for a divide and conquer strategy but I think you might be onto something. It might be more efficient for both of us to work on one room before moving to another. The question is should it be the bedroom or the kitchen?”
    Every room was daunting except for the bathroom, which Evan had cleared upon his arrival. “The bedroom, I think. You can eat out but you have to sleep here.”
    Giving her an approving look, Evan nodded in agreement. “Good point. Let’s hit the bedroom and then we’ll head to the pizza place for dinner. How does that sound?”
    It sounded like a good deal and she’d be a fool to turn it down. Unlike the kitchen, the bedroom had an adequate cross-breeze through the windows and would be much more pleasant to work in. It hadn’t figured into her opinion of which room they should work on but it was a nice bonus. She’d only worked in the kitchen for a few hours but she’d almost melted with the sticky heat and stale air.
    “I say it sounds like a plan. Let me grab another bottle of water and we’ll tackle it.”
    This job wasn’t so bad. She was sweaty and dirty but Evan was pleasant to be around and not a slave driver. The wage was fair and she was tucked out of the way in a home miles off the beaten path. Surely no one would look for her out here. Maybe…just maybe…she could relax. Just a little bit. Because if she didn’t, she might break into a thousand brittle pieces and blow away with a puff of wind.

Chapter Five

    O ne short week later Evan was feeling like he’d won the lottery. Hell, better than that. Hiring Lisa had turned out to be the best damn decision he’d ever made. She worked tirelessly until she was sweaty and dirty from head to toe without a single complaint. No whining or bitching. When they were done he was going to build a statue in her honor right out in the front yard. There was no way he would have managed to finish the bedroom this week without her.
    He dipped his paintbrush in the paint can and brushed a spot on the wall before stepping back to survey his work. “I’m not sure about this color. It’s so…blue.”
    Lisa put down her own paint roller and came to stand beside him. “That’s because it is blue. And need I remind you, we spent a couple of hours at the hardware store picking out that particular shade. You wanted it to be blue, but not too blue. It had to be masculine but not harsh. Giddy with just a hint of playfulness.”
    He sure as hell hadn’t said that last part but he’d learned she was a sarcastic little shit and he had to admit he liked that about her. She could make him laugh until his sides hurt.
    But he had stretched her patience badly when looking at paint colors. The looks she’d given him that day had been priceless. He was pretty sure she wanted to haul off and smack him a few times. He wouldn’t have blamed her if she had. He’d annoyed himself, if the truth were known.
    “I think you’re confusing the paint with wine. Seriously, I don’t remember it looking this bright in the store.”
    “It will dry darker,” she pointed out. “But if you’re truly spooked I guess we could go back to the store and get three gallons of the beige you were eyeing. If you don’t mind it being boring as hell.”
    “The beige was nice.”
    He didn’t know why he was arguing with her. He didn’t know shit about color or design and had grabbed the most neutral paint he could find before she’d called a halt to the whole thing and made him start again. She’d dragged him to the home furnishings store where he picked out a comforter, sheets, pillows, and drapes. Then and only then would she let him