Only His (Fool's Gold #6)(41)

Nevada grinned. “Oh, yeah. I can’t wait to try it all out.”

“Tell me about it. I don’t technically have to be here, but I couldn’t help coming to watch. How’s the surveying going?”

“Great.” Nevada shoved her hands into her back pockets. “We still use tripods for housing construction and remodels. It’s fast and cheap. Here we’re using GPS. We can get within an eighth of an inch using a satellite twenty thousand miles away. You gotta love technology.”

“If only those satellites could put out fires,” Charlie said, watching a track loader being moved off to the side. “That one is going to be fun to ride. No wonder the guys want to keep it to themselves.”

They weren’t the only ones watching the equipment arrive. Several members of Nevada’s team were standing together, supposedly to help should something happen. Nevada caught a couple of them eyeing Charlie with a fair degree of interest.

“I think a few of my guys are going to ask for your number,” she told her friend.

“Don’t bother giving it to them.” Charlie didn’t even glance toward the cluster of men. “I’m not interested.”

“You sure? Some of them are pretty nice and a few are cute.”

“Let me guess. None of them are both cute and nice.”

Nevada grinned. “I can think of one or two who meet that criteria.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m not very successful at relationships. It’s easier to avoid them. So let’s talk about something more fun. The permits for the explosives have been approved. You can go ahead and order the dy***ite.”

“I get all quivery at the thought.”

“You should. It’s going to be a hell of a day.” Charlie’s phone beeped. “I can’t believe you got a cell tower out here.”

“It was delivered last week. Janack Construction has friends in high places.”

“So I’ve heard. Let me take this, then we can go into town and have lunch.”

They were meeting Annabelle and Heidi at Jo’s Bar for a quick meal. Something they’d started doing weekly ever since the incident with the flat tire.

While Charlie talked on the phone, Nevada went back to the trailer to grab her car keys. She walked up the stairs and opened the door, only to breathe a sigh of relief when she discovered Tucker wasn’t there.

She wasn’t exactly avoiding him, but she’d been staying out of his way ever since that night at his hotel. When he’d told her he wanted her and she’d turned him down.

She didn’t regret her decision. She sighed. Perhaps she regretted it a little, but she knew she’d made the right choice. Getting involved with Tucker was a complication she didn’t need. Better to focus on what was important rather than what felt good. Although being with Tucker felt really, really good.

She set her hard hat on her desk, then picked up her purse and met Charlie outside.

Twenty minutes later they were sitting in Jo’s Bar with Annabelle and Heidi. They’d gone girly and had all ordered salads, with a plate of fries for the table.

“Don’t let me have more than three,” Annabelle was saying. “I don’t have the advantage of being tall like all of you. Every extra pound shows at my size.”

“Next she’ll complain about being too rich, too,” Charlie grumbled, sipping her iced tea.

Annabelle didn’t look the least bit intimidated. “You try being the size of a flea and we’ll see how you like it.”

“You try being taller than ninety percent of the male population.”

“At least you can kick their butts if they annoy you,” the librarian said with a smile.

Charlie grinned back. “You got that right.”

The women laughed.

Nevada joined in, pleased to be with her new friends. Recently her social life had gotten a little stagnant. She’d mostly hung out with her sisters. As they were moving in a different direction than her—getting married and, in Dakota’s case, starting a family—it was good that she’d branched out. Being the last single triplet was going to mean her sisters wouldn’t have as much time for hanging out.

Reality intrudes, she thought, happy for them but a little sad for herself. While change could be good, it wasn’t always easy or comfortable.

Jo walked over with their salads and fries.

“How’s it going?” Annabelle asked. “I saw Will here the other day. He’s such a cutie.”

“We’re not going out,” Jo said flatly. “I don’t care what anyone says. I’m not dating him.”

The four of them exchanged a look. Nevada found herself feeling badly for her coworker.

“You know he’s a nice guy,” she said quietly. “On the job site all the guys respect him, but they like him, too.”

Instead of looking relieved, Jo scowled. “You think I don’t know he’s nice? Did it occur to you that his niceness is the problem? I’m not going to get involved with him just to screw up everything.”

She slapped the plates on the table, then stalked away.

Nevada looked at Charlie. They’d known Jo the longest. Charlie had shown up in Fool’s Gold about the same time Jo had.

“Not a clue,” Charlie said, reaching for a French fry. “Sounds like she’s dealing with something from the past.”