He would find her another thorough contractor and make something up later. He never lied. “You aren’t busy?” “My next big job doesn’t start for a week, and it’ll take a week or two to get going on that,” he said, tapping the end of his pencil on his chin. What if he couldn’t find someone? His foreman, Beau, could do Rebecca’s house all by himself. Maybe that would put enough space between them. If Beau did the work, Cash would never have to be there. That could be the backup plan. Cash sighed. He was already taking responsibility when he should give her a simple no.
