storm. Maybe I should get a pail, too, just in case.â
Shane frowned at Marge. âIf your roof is leaking that badly, you should see about getting it fixed before you have serious damage.â
âI know. Getting the roof repaired is on my to-do list. While the shingles themselves may actually fit into my budget, the cost of a roofing contractor wonât. Theyâre expensive.â
âI worked as a roofer when I was a teenager. My foster father was a contractor and he taught me a lot about the business. Iâd be happy to take a look and see exactly what you need.â
âI couldnât ask you to do that.â
âYou didnât ask. I offered. It could be that you only have a few shingles missing and you donât need a whole new roof.â
âWouldnât that be wonderful? If youâre sure, please take a look. Iâll get you a ladder.â
âAfter the rain stops.â
Grinning, she nodded. âOf course. After the rain. In the meantime, would you like some dessert? I picked up a sinfully delicious lemon pound cake from the bakery today.â
As Marge served him a generous slice of cake, Olivia and Crystal rejoined them, but Annie remained absent. Outside, the summer storm produced a brief, generous downpour as it passed overhead, but it soon moved off into the distance and the sound of thunder faded away.
He glanced frequently toward the door to the other room, but Annie didnât return. Perhaps she had found a way to avoid him after all.
Chapter Seven
A nnie chanced a peek out the door of her room when she heard the front door open and close downstairs. A few seconds later she heard the sound of someone climbing the stairs. When Olivia came into sight, Annie opened the door wider. âIs he gone?â
âYou are such a chicken.â
âI canât help it that storms petrify me.â
âI wasnât talking about the weather.â
âI know, but is he gone?â
âI think so. He and Mom walked out together.â
Annie wanted to be relieved, but instead she realized what she felt was disappointment. How silly was that?
A loud thunk sounded against the outside of the house. She and Olivia stared at each other for a moment. Wide-eyed, Olivia whispered, âWhat was that?â
âI donât know.â
They both hurried to the window in Annieâs room. The top rungs of a ladder protruded above the roof of the back porch. As they stared, Shaneâs head appeared above the edge.
Annie did a double take. âWhat is he doing?â
âBeats me. Hey, are you two eloping? That is so romantic. Itâs just like Romeo and Juliet.â
âDonât be an idiot. I have no intention of eloping with the man.â
âThen why is he on a ladder outside your bedroom window?â
âHow should I know?â Annie jerked up the sash. âShane, what do you think youâre doing?â
He had taken off his jacket and tie and discarded them before his climb. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up and displayed brown, muscular forearms. Stepping gingerly off the ladder, he looked up and located her in the window.
âAre you okay? When you didnât come back to finish dinner, I was worried about you.â
âSo you climbed onto the roof to look for me?â
âMarge asked me to take a look at the shingles and see how much work needs to be done. Just from here I can see that she is going to need a whole new roof on this porch. Excuse me.â
He walked up to the low edge of the eaves beside her window and hoisted himself up and out of sight. Leaning out the window, she twisted around to stare at the spot where he had vanished. The sound of scrambling feet overhead made her call out, âBe careful up there.â
His face reappeared above her. âWorried about me?â He sounded almost hopeful.
âNo.â
His smile widened into a cocky grin. âYes, you are.