“It could be worse.”
She raised an eyebrow, hands perched on her hips. “Care to tell me how?”
“You could still be without a contractor instead of having the best at your beck and call.” He couldn’t help but tease her.
“Good point.” She shot him a wry smile.
“What kind of flood?” he asked, concerned that the old pipes were giving her trouble.
“The kind that isn’t going anywhere,” she said, turning and walking away. “I need caffeine,” she called over her shoulder. “Want some coffee?”
He blinked in surprise at her change of subject and, given no choice, he followed her. “Black would be great,” he said to her back.
Once in the kitchen, which appeared to have been renovated in the last decade at least, he sat at the table, placing his clipboard down.
Lauren worked quickly. She poured them both cups of coffee that had already brewed and handed him a steaming mug.
“Thanks,” he said.
She nodded, lifted the cup and finished her caffeine fix in short order.
“So where’s the fire?” he asked, taking a sip of the hot coffee.
She placed her mug in the sink and ran water inside it. “We have work to do.”
He wasn’t sure if she wanted to keep things moving quickly to avoid any serious conversation or because she really did want to get started on the job.
Regardless, he took the hint. Steeling himself, he downed his coffee and placed the cup in the sink, rinsing it as she’d done with hers.
“Let’s start with the flood.” Picking up his clipboard, he gestured for her to lead the way.
After surveying the water in the large bedroom on the main floor, he realized things didn’t look good. “Where’s the water heater?”
“There’s a laundry room over here.” She led him out of the bedroom, which he appreciated since the bed hadn’t been made and the rumpled sheets only served to remind him of what he’d rather be doing.
What she’d prohibited him from doing, unless he could convince her otherwise. But he was a professional and he knew she needed to sell this house, so he focused on the job first.
“The laundry room backs up to the bedroom,” he said, reaching for the door. He opened it carefully and, just as he’d feared, found the old water heater surrounded by a huge puddle.
“Is it bad?” Lauren asked, hovering over his shoulder, so close her scent surrounded him.
“Seems that way. Considering how old and corroded the water heater looks, I’d guess it needs replacing, which means a big expense. Plus labor.” He turned to see her shocked expression.
“Well, that’ll put another huge hole in my bank account, but I don’t have a choice. When will you know?”
“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not an expert at everything.”
She propped one shoulder against the wall. “Really? What a disappointment.” Despite the situation, her eyes sparkled with amusement.
He laughed. “Plumbing’s not my thing, unfortunately. I’m going to have to subcontract the job. I’ll make a few calls and see what I can do.”
The first plumber who came to mind was Uncle Edward, but the notion of asking him to work on the old Perkins house seemed wrong. Jason didn’t want to jeopardize his uncle’s recovery by pushing him too far.
“Let me start with JR Plumbing.” He called and the owner answered on the first ring.
Jason explained the situation, the emergency nature of the flood and the need to inspect the rest of the pipes in the old house as soon as possible.
“I understand and thanks.” Jason hung up. “All his guys are busy working at the elementary school. One of the pipes burst and they’re getting it fixed.”
Lauren gnawed on her lower lip. “What next?”
“He has a new guy who he just interviewed but hasn’t officially hired yet. He says he’s eager. Keeps checking in to find out if J.R.’s got room to hire him. He’s going to give the guy a call and send him over.”
She exhaled hard. “Okay, that’s one down. Ready to see the rest of the house?”
Half an hour later, he had a basic list, certain he’d be adding more as he started to work. Lauren would be in charge of cleaning and removing her grandmother’s clutter and deciding what large items needed to go. The buyers were coming from a small apartment and had agreed to take most of the existing furniture.
“We need to test the appliances and see if any require repair or replacement, check the overhead fixtures for the same thing, repaint the walls, refinish the floors, check the windows and doors, and that’s just off the top of my head.”
She nodded, appearing pale and overwhelmed.
“Before we go further, what’s with all the holes in the walls?” he asked. “It looks like someone deliberately broke through the Sheetrock.”
She shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine. They weren’t here the last time I visited my grandmother.”
“What about the alarm system?” he asked.
“Broken.”
He made a note of that and realized Lauren had clenched her hands into tight fists.
“Listen, the next step is for us to talk budget,” he said.
Lauren drew a visibly shaky breath. “Let’s sit,” she suggested, leading him to the den, where he sat beside her on the couch.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, reading the worry in her expression.
“It’s the budget. There’s just so much more to do than I originally expected.”
He nodded in understanding. “I assumed as much.”
“Look, I make a great living. That’s not bragging, it’s fact.”
“Based on the Porsche in the driveway, I figured as much,” he said, grinning.
“It’s preowned but it’s my baby.”
He caught the satisfaction in her voice and understood. “I bought the Carrera after I nailed my first sponsor. And I sold it after the scandal.” It wasn’t easy to reveal his biggest humiliation, but he wanted her to know he truly understood her. Better than she might think.
She moved her hand, covering his, squeezing tight. “I’m sorry. That must have been awful.”
“By then there’d been so many degrees of awful, it didn’t matter all that much.”
“Liar,” she said softly.
His mouth pulled upward into a smile. Leave it to Lauren to call him on it. “Let’s focus on you, okay?”
“For now,” she said, giving him fair warning she wasn’t finished with him yet. “Anyway, after the first of the year, my dresses are debuting for a huge label in Paris. If it’s successful…” Her eyes widened, filled with excitement and anticipation. “It would be the answer to my dreams.”
“Then I have no doubt you’ll succeed.” He placed his hand over hers.
“Really?” She tilted her head to one side as she looked for his reassurance.
“Really. You have the drive, you have the talent and you’ve already been discovered. Now you just need for the world to see it, too.” He smiled, his pride in her growing as he spoke.
“But it doesn’t matter how much money I earn after the show. I don’t have a lot now. Whatever my grandmother had in her estate went to creditors I didn’t know anything about until she died, and the bulk of my savings has gone to keeping my sister’s lawyer working on her case.” She curled one leg beneath her, shifting positions, not looking at him as she spoke.
He didn’t much care what happened to her arsonist, Corwin-hating sister, but he didn’t blame Lauren for her family’s sins. He’d had enough of being blamed for his own, and he was innocent.
It galled him, though, that the price of fixing her family’s mistakes fell on her shoulders. “Are your parents still building toilets and roads for the poor?”
She grinned. “Yes, they’re still out of the country doing humanitarian work.”