“I’ll have it done,” he said simply.
“There’s water damage from the snow in one of the sleeping cabins.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“You haven’t seen it.” She’d been on the phone with three different contractors that morning. The whole area had been hit hard by last week’s storm, so everyone was overbooked. When she’d explained the extent of her damage, she’d gotten vague mentions of subcontractor delays and supply backorders. Now Trevor was promising to make everything right without even looking at it. There was no doubt he’d take care of each portion of the project beyond what she even knew she needed. His confidence and certainty about who he was and what he could do annoyed the hell out of her.
She’d never had that, even when she was one of the highest-paid models in the world. She had a habit of second-guessing every decision. Sam could bluster and bluff through most of life, but inside she was still the insecure girl from small-town Oklahoma worrying whether she’d measure up to expectations.
Now was not the time for doubt. Trevor used to be her safe place, but for so many reasons, that was no longer true. She was still on her own. “You’d better not screw this up.” Yes, aggravation was a better fit than longing.
“Goes both ways, Sam,” he answered, all amusement stripped from his face.
She gave a jerky nod. “Come on. I’ll show you around the rest of the camp.” She walked through the dining hall toward the front door, Trevor following a few paces behind her. “David, the caretaker, ran down to Denver with his wife to pick up new bedding. He should be back soon. They live on property during the winter but had gone to visit their daughter in Fort Collins when the storm hit. That’s why it took a few days to realize the extent of the damage. He’ll be the one you deal with the most.”
He muttered something that sounded like “thank God” under his breath, but she ignored him. This arrangement was about getting her camp back to normal and spending time with Grace. She would ignore everything else but those two goals.