The air, moist with dew, smelled of it. Neil was thankful the roof had been put on. Over the past week the wooden structure had slowly started to resemble a house. Good news, because it meant she was on schedule. Braced in her work boots, she stared at the arched wood that would soon be fitted for the fan light door and congratulated herself on doing a good job. Neil could and would blame her gloomy disposition on the weather, not daring to take into account the fact that several days had passed since she’d heard from Gib. Neil had wanted to be undesirable to him, wanted him to forget she even existed, so she could go back to her world of normalcy. Attachments, yes, but none that could change her life too dramatically. Gib had already left an imprint. It was a good thing he hadn’t called or come by the worksite to bother her, like he usually did. Neil guessed some men’s egos couldn’t take a beating. But that pithy observation didn’t explain why she spent most of her waking moments daydreaming of kissing him again.
