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ОглавлениеThe cowboy blocked the sun with his six-foot-plus self.
“You okay?”
She looked back at her trailer, her lungs tight.
“I’m fine. And hopefully, all my supplies are, too.” What would she tell the restoration committee?
The truth—that some cowboy had totaled her vehicle and overturned her trailer.
He made a visual sweep of the overturned trailer behind her. “I’ll round up a couple of fellas to help me right this thing.” He lifted his Stetson, revealing caramel-colored hair, and wiped the sweat off his forehead. “Hope you don’t have anything fragile in there.”
She fought to keep her frustration—and anxiety—in check. “Just glass.”
“Like the kind they use in windows?”
“Yes, why?”
He scratched his jaw. “You wouldn’t be from
Leaded Pane Restoration, would you?”
So he knew about the church, then? And about the company she’d bid against. “No. I’m a private contractor and artist.” She donned her most professional smile. “Faith Nichols.”
He continued to study her, expression stiff, as the two shook hands, his grip strong. “Drake Owens. Good to meet you.”
Why did she get the feeling that wasn’t exactly true?
