Sawyer had thought about her velvety skin and the length of her legs for the rest of the week when instead he should have been thinking about how he would make money, as he was completely broke again. He’d had to take Jess to the emergency clinic two nights ago. She’d had a high fever and her chest had rattled when she’d tried to breath. That had taken all the money he’d had left over from the boar capture. After he’d purchased two volleyball uniforms and a new pair of tennis shoes, thank God. As it was he still owed four hundred and seventy-eight dollars. It may as well be four thousand for all he’d be able to pay on it—zero. He silently prayed for more boar-tracking jobs or alligator hunts, as those brought huge cash rewards. He mindlessly swept the cheese shop kitchen as he thought of how he would make ends meet. Luckily he’d been hired on at a new construction gig last Friday. A steady influx of cash would ensue shortly. It wouldn’t be enough to pay all the bills, but at least they’d have some cash.
