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Bounty (Colorado Mountain #7)(12)
Author: Kristen Ashley

And I’d closed on my house. It was time to find my peace, my privacy, my place, my less that’s more than I needed.

But in that less is more, I’d need people. Everyone needed at least some people and I was part of that everyone.

And these people resided in my peace, my place, my less that’s more.

So I’d take them.

Chapter Two

No Big Deal


My phone ringing woke me, and blurry-eyed and clumsy, I reached out to grab it from the nightstand, bring it to my face and stare at the display.

No name, so not programmed in, but the number was local.

I looked at the time on my phone.

Quarter past eight.

Jesus, who called this early?

Since the number was local, and therefore not someone I was avoiding, I took the call.

“’Lo,” I answered in a mumble.

“Justice?” a gravelly-voiced man asked.

The voice was familiar, and if I was more awake, I could call it up.

Unfortunately, it was way too early so I couldn’t call it up.

“Yes, sorry, you are?” I asked, pushing up to a forearm in the bed.

“Max. Holden Maxwell. You’ve got a deposit down on some construction work with me,” he answered.

Shit. Max. Holden Maxwell. Hot guy number one I’d met in these Colorado mountains.

And that number was quickly growing. It was like there was something in the water or a local secret where, if you journeyed out, you had to vow not to share their bounty and sign that contract in blood or they could hunt you down and kill you. Even with serial killers, kidnappers and people being buried alive, the hot guy quotient would negate that and women would be flocking to those tall, rocky hills.

“Yes, Max, sorry, of course,” I said, and went on to explain my rudeness, “I’m not a morning person.”

When he replied, he sounded like he had a smile in his voice (and I’d noted in our meeting where I engaged him to finish the work that he was a pretty happy dude on the whole, in a tall, dark and hot way, of course), “Sorry, Justice. But I’ve got some news that may be good for you and thought you’d wanna know right away to see if you wanna run with it.”

Oh God, I hoped one of his clients backed out or delayed or ran out of money.

This wasn’t nice to hope but I had a mini-fridge in the garage, one working sink, no on-site laundry, a furnace installed that didn’t work (and the nights were getting straight-up chilly) and not much livable space.

I’d been in my house for three days and I was already wondering if I should try to find a local VRBO to rent for a couple of months because I needed space. I needed a washing machine. I needed silverware that wasn’t plastic that I got with my takeout that I’d eat sitting in my bed.

What I didn’t need was to die of exposure inside my newfound oasis because there was no way to turn on my furnace.

But then I’d make coffee in the coffeemaker that sat on top of the mini-fridge in the garage and sit out on my personal deck outside my bedroom and I’d lose all thought of VRBOs.

“I’d love to hear this news, Max,” I told him.

“Got a guy who’s a temp for me. He’s back in town, looking for work,” Max replied. “Since he’s told me he’s in town for a while and he’s not scheduled out on any of my other contracts, I could send him to you.”

I pushed up to sitting, exclaiming, “Oh my God! That’d be great!”

“He’s just one guy, Justice,” Max warned. “The progress would be slow, but there’d be progress.”

I could be happy with progress. I could make coffee in the garage and clean the pot out in the bathroom sink for a month if I had a working furnace (not to mention a washing machine).

Before I could share that I wanted this dude to start in the utility room (after hooking up my furnace, of course), Max kept talking.

“More good news, this guy does it all. Electrical. Plumbing. Carpentry. I’d have him as a foreman if he wasn’t a travelin’ man.”

This just got better and better.

“Awesome,” I said.

The goodness kept coming from Max.

“He’s also down with doing overtime. So that progress will definitely progress.”

“Hallelujah, God’s answered my prayers,” I praised the heavens in reply to Max.

Another smile in Max’s rocky voice. “Overtime for just a few hours a day, two, three. Hard labor, don’t like asking more from my men and they get beat, don’t want the work to suffer.”

“I’ll take it,” I accepted instantly.

“Gotta pay that overtime, Justice. And it’s you that has to approve it since it’s your money I’ll be payin’ him.”

“Consider it approved.”

“Great,” Max said. “I’ve got some time late this morning, so does he. Wanna meet him there, show him around. He wasn’t on the build when we started it so I gotta give him the lay of the land. Also gotta tell you, there’s gonna be roadblocks he’s gonna hit because he can do a lot but there’s stuff at your place that’ll be multiple-guy jobs. That said, he comes up to hitting that, he knows the job well enough he can give me a heads up and I can see if I can adjust some schedules to get guys out to your site so they can do what they gotta do to keep him moving.”

“I’d be so appreciative,” I gushed. “Really, Max. This is awesome.”

“You good with us being there around ten, ten thirty?”

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