Somebody to Love by Kristan Higgins

suddenly dawned on her that he was here. A familiar face, at least. Something moved in Parker’s chest. She looked away, but no, there was the mouse-infested house. The harbor. Better. Nice view.
    “All right. Let’s see what we’re up against.”
    Thing One went into the house, and Parker heard a few clunks and thunks. She sat on the hood of the Volvo, her panic fading gradually into the occasional shudder. A rodent running up her leg… there was a sensation a person wouldn’t forget, right up there with an episiotomy.
    Her father’s attorney emerged a minute later. Now that she wasn’t screaming, she noticed he looked…different. It took a minute to figure out why.
    He wasn’t wearing a suit. First time ever she’d seen him out of— Well, this was the first time ever she’d seen him in jeans and a T-shirt, that was for sure.
    Parker looked away and cleared her throat. “So what are you doing here, Thing One?”
    He sat on the hood next to her. “Since I’m devoting the next few weeks to overhauling this dump, Parker, you think you could call me by my real name?”
    “I seem to have forgotten it.” There. She was getting her old vibe back. Good.
    He smiled slowly, his dark eyes crinkling. Dangerous, those eyes. “Again?”
    “Is it John? Jason?”
    “It’s James. James Francis Xavier Cahill.”
    Goose bumps broke out along her arms. It was chilly. Or something. “So what are you doing here, James?”
    “Your father asked me to come up.”
    Right. James was an obedient pet; she’d give him that. She didn’t say anything for a minute, just pulled her knees to her chin and wrapped her arms around her legs. “How’s he doing?”
    “He’s okay.”
    She’d bet her left arm James got more than three minutes on the phone with her father. She sighed. “So. This place. Did you know how bad it was?”
    He shook his head. “I called my uncle this morning to ask about a security code, and he told me it was kind of a dump. I didn’t think it’d be this bad, but I can help you out.”
    She really needed the Army Corps of Engineers, from the look of it. “So law school trained you to overhaul a house, Thing One? I know you’re good at emptying trust funds, but carpentry?” There. Hopefully that would erase the edge he’d gained from having seen her hysterical and in her panties.
    He gave her a look of his own. “Nothing I did was illegal, Parker. Your father had the right to do what he wanted with those trust funds, because you gave him that right. You signed papers letting him have full authority over every penny. And even if I’d wanted to say something—which I did—attorney-client privilege prevented me.”
    “Wow. You’re a great guy. Maybe my dad will give you a sticker.”
    He ignored that. “At any rate, my father was a builder. I worked on a construction crew summers when I was in college. Do you really want to kick me out because you don’t like me?”
    She felt her jaw locking. She’d be an idiot to send him away.
    He took her silence as protest. “Look. Aside from hauling all this crap to the dump, you’ll need to reshingle the entire exterior. The roof needs to be replaced, the gutter’s hanging off the front, the chimney is crumbling. I’m guessing there’s dry rot under the linoleum in the kitchen, the cupboards are pulling away from the walls, and the stairs down to the dock are a death trap. The back door frame is warped. You probably need some significant rewiring, not to mention a new paint job inside.” He paused. “I happen to find myself free this summer.”
    “Where would you stay?” she asked.
    “Here.”
    “Here? Where here? In the Harbor Suite?”
    “Actually, we can get a lot of this stuff cleared out pretty fast. I already have a Dumpster being delivered today.”
    He did? “How’d you do that?” she asked.
    “My uncle lined one up.”
    This summer was supposed to be about doing things on her own, a fresh start. The plan had been to take sheets off