Page 9 of You Can Leave Your Hard Hat On
Her mouth tightened. So the man rarely worked and spent most of his time playing pool—at a place called Brass Balls, no less. “Okay, thank you, Mr. Langtry, for the information. I hope you’re feeling better soon.”
“Good luck, Miss Stone. I know how much is riding on this excavation.”
He clicked off, and Price said, “So… What did this Brownlee guy do that you had to fire him?”
She closed her eyes. “I fell into a ditch and he caught me.”
“And?”
“And then…he dropped me…in the mud.”
Price gasped. “Oh, that’s…not funny, Samantha, I swear I’m not laughing. But if it was an accident…”
“He did it on purpose.”
“Why?” he sputtered.
“To embarrass me in front of the workers.”
“Because you’re a woman?”
She sighed. “Yes. And because we have…history.”
He squealed with delight. “Do tell.”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s not worth telling. We went to high school together, we…went out…once…it didn’t work out.”
“Oh, the drama! Is hegorgeous?You gotta love a man with a hard hat.”
She massaged her temple. “I’m hanging up now.”
“Of course, so you can go to Brass Balls. Sounds like a fun place. Want me to meet you there?”
“No, thanks,” she said quickly. “But I appreciate you finding Langtry for me.”
“Want me to send him a get-well bouquet?”
“That would be a nice gesture,” she agreed.
“See you tomorrow,” Price said. “And good luck with your old boyfriend.”
Sam opened her mouth to correct him, but the dial tone sounded in her ear. She banged down the phone in frustration. This was shaping up to be a really lousy day.
And since she now had to find Teague and beg him to come back to the job site, it seemed likely to get worse.
