Sweet Home Colorado. C.C. Coburn

he went anywhere near a power tool.

      “My other two apprentices have a couple of days off. They’re my most experienced men, and one of them will be taking Ace under his wing.”

      “I thought you were going to be working on my house,” Grace said.

      “I will. But I’m a contractor, which means I have a lot more to do than hammering nails and cutting lumber. I teach the guys and do the finer work myself. Al is the foreman and he keeps an eye on them. Don’t worry, your house is in good hands—the entire crew just finished building a new house. Renovating a Victorian is a real challenge and they’re all up for it.”

      They walked outside, escaping the sound of more crashing as Ace got back to cabinet demolition.

      A truck with a Dumpster on its flatbed was looking for a parking space farther down the street.

      “It would help if you moved your car,” Jack pointed out. “Go change and I’ll see you back here in an hour. No later, okay?”

      “Who exactly is the boss here?” she demanded.

      “I am,” Jack said unequivocally. “And what I say goes. You’re just the owner. Now get going.”

      If he hadn’t said it with a smile, Grace might have been offended. Instead, she bustled to her car and waved at the Dumpster delivery guy to indicate he could have her spot.

      * * *

      JACK SHOOK HIS HEAD as Grace drove away. Already he regretted his request that she roll up her sleeves and pitch in. Working in such close proximity with Grace wasn’t one of his best ideas. Yet from the moment he’d laid eyes on her again, he’d wanted her back in his life. But he needed to forgive her first.

      Forgiveness didn’t come easily to Jack, in spite of his time in the seminary. It might have had something to do with the two weeks he spent on life support after being assaulted and knifed by gang members. The memory of Jayden Tyler, the kid he’d tried so hard to save from the gang, walking away from him as he lay bleeding in that L.A. alley, had never stopped haunting him. The fact that someone he’d put so much faith in could be so callous still burned his guts.

      Pushing the memories away, Jack went inside and ascended to the attic to check the roof for leaks.

      Chapter Six

      They were ugly. Unbelievably ugly. Grace groaned at the steel-toed boots Jack had insisted she purchase to wear on the job site. She had half a mind to tell him to forget it. Footwear this hideous was almost a deal breaker; she was half-tempted to tell him she was going to Europe instead.

      But Grace wasn’t a quitter—well, apart from quitting her pediatric practice to trek halfway across the country on a whim. And she hadn’t really quit, she was taking an extended leave. She’d arranged with other pediatricians at the practice to cover her caseload.

      A couple of attractive college-age girls sauntered past the store window and it gave Grace an idea. So Mr. Jack O’Malley thought he could ignore his attraction to her, did he?

      * * *

      JACK FELT THE SUCKER punch the moment Grace stepped out of her car and strolled along the sidewalk and through the front gate. He’d been watching for her car as he worked on the front porch, showing Tyrone how to fix the railings. Of course, he could’ve been working anywhere else on the property, but the front porch was the perfect place to keep an eye on Grace’s arrival. And now he was glad he had because he needed to stop her before she took another step.

      Instead of the coveralls he’d expected, Grace wore a tight-fitting, scoop-neck T-shirt that left nothing to the imagination, denim shorts and puffy white socks. The only thing she’d complied with were the requisite boots. The scant clothing teamed with the boots was an incredibly sexy combination.