Get moving. Stay on the job.
Construction kept his mind busy, kept him from thinking about the past. He walked over to the loading truck and pulled out another plank of wood. The other guys complained about their backs, so he always took the heavy lifting jobs. Compared to logging, this was a piece of cake.
Brett hefted the plank onto his shoulder and carried it to the guys on the scaffolding.
His supervisor, Al Higgins, came over with one eye on his clipboard. “Time for a dinner break.”
“I’m not hungry.” Brett placed the plank down on the curb. The last thing he wanted to do was sit down and stew over his life. “Give it to someone else.”
Al tucked his clipboard under his arm. “Brett, you’re a hard worker, and I like that. But, everyone needs to eat sometime.” He gestured for two other men to pick up the plank.
Brett crossed his arms. “I’d rather finish unloading.”
Al pulled him aside. “To tell you the truth, I’d rather you did, too. You can unload those planks faster than any two men here. But, you know how it is. Government regulations and such.”
Brett nodded. He didn’t want to get his supervisor in trouble just because he couldn’t be left alone with his own memories. “Got it.” He picked up his lunch bag from the giant cooler his team all shared and took a seat on the curb.
Biting into his ham sandwich, he studied the grand building the woman had come out of. Maybe he should see an opera sometime. A comic opera - not something tragic. He’d had enough of that.
A limo with the license plate DeBarr pulled up to the curb, and an older woman in black velvet stepped out while talking on the phone. Her gray hair was cropped around her face in small curls. “Don’t tell me you have another conflict!”
Brett tried not to eavesdrop, but her commanding voice cut through the construction noise and the honking cars. He glanced away, pretending to be interested in the passing traffic and took another bite of his sandwich.
“Project Wish is counting on you. You were going to be the biggest bid of the night.” She huffed, pacing back and forth as the limo waited in the fire lane.
Brett swallowed another bite. Someone was going to get a ticket.
“Fine.” The old woman hung up and stashed her phone in a fuzzy leopard purse. She turned to get back into the limo when she caught his gaze and looked him up and down. Her features changed from irritated to intrigued. “You, over there. Are you single?”
Was she hitting on him? Brett stashed the rest of his sandwich in the bag. “Me?”
“No, the other three hunks eating a sandwich.” She walked over and reached for his left hand. “Well, you’re not married, and you look like you’ll fit in the tux I have in the trunk.”
One more breath and she’d be asking him to marry her. Brett stood and crumpled up his sandwich bag. “Listen, I have to get back to work.”
He turned to leave, and she placed her hand on his arm. “I have an offer you won’t refuse.”
Man, she had a grip like a python. Brett glanced at her wrinkled, boney hand, bejeweled in all types of diamond and gem rings. Only a shmuck would pull his arm away from an old woman. He’d have to convince her there were other fish in the sea. “Although you are beautiful, you’re not my type.”
She laughed as if he was ridiculous. “This is hardly for me. It’s for Project Wish.”
He scratched his head as anxiousness raised the hairs on the back of his neck. He had to get back to work. Chances were, the other guys hadn’t volunteered to unload the truck, and they needed those planks for the next phase of the project. But the intensity in her eyes made him wonder. “Project Wish?”
“A nonprofit agency who lends aid to people who’ve lost everything in natural disasters like hurricanes, floods, fires…”
“Fires?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
A sharp ache spread inside him. Images of his family’s log cabin in flames roared in his thoughts. Brett blinked them away. If he could help someone else who’d experienced such loss. “What do you want me to do?”
She leaned in and dropped her voice. “I need someone to take the place of my son. He was supposed to attend this fundraiser tonight. It’s an annual auction to raise money for Project Wish.”
So her son stood her up. Brett could understand her frustration, but inviting someone from off the street seemed a bit rash. “Can’t you go by yourself?”
She shook her head, and her diamond earrings dangled like pendulums. “No. He was on the auctioning block.”
“Auctioning block?” This did not sound good. Brett glanced back to the construction site. No one seemed to miss him yet.
“A one night dinner date with for two: him and the lucky lady whose purse is big enough to win the bid.”
“You mean you want me to pose as your son, dress up, put myself on the auction block, and take the winner out to dinner?”
She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes as if she’d underestimated him. “That’s right. And I’ll pay for every cent.”
“I don’t know.” The whole idea seemed too outlandish for someone who liked his world kept simple.
“Please, I won’t be able to find anyone else on such short notice, and it is for charity.”
A charity he believed in. Brett sighed as he considered what it would feel like to put on a tux and schmooze with all the hoity toities of New York. “My shift doesn’t end until seven.”
She clapped her hands together. “Perfect. That’s when the cocktails start.”
He ran his hands through his hair as apprehension tightened in his chest. “I’m not good at small talk. I’ve lived most of my life up in a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.”
She pointed a finger at him. “You’re smarter than you let on. Besides, it’s not like anyone your age has the money to win the bid. You’ll probably be taking out some old spinster like me for coffee. Believe me, you’ll be fine.”
Brett knew he was in too far over his head. But, he couldn’t ignore an organization like Project Wish. And it wasn’t like he was looking forward to a night alone with his thoughts to keep him company. This woman was pushy, but he found her sass endearing. She reminded him of a cross between his own grandmother and Rose from the Golden Girls. Not that he watched the reruns. Well, maybe sometimes he did.
“Okay.” He nodded slowly, convincing himself in the process. “Count me in.”
Alaina straightened her red, Valentino lace dress and walked into the lobby of the Met. The board had decorated the dual spiral staircases with roses, and the who’s who of New York mingled holding glasses of champagne.
She wanted her own glass of bubbly while soaking naked in lilac scented water. But no, here she was in this snoozefest raising money for…what was Project Wish anyway?
“Alaina, so nice of you to come.” Altez Vior took her hand and kissed the back.
Alaina