All Jacked Up (Rough Riders 8)
She opened her mouth to demand, “What look?” but settled for, “I’m listening.”
“Last night I stopped by to see you.”
“You did?”
“Talked a bit with Chet and Remy. They indicated you were havin’ issues with getting this place tore apart. So I went home and got to thinkin’.”
“Always dangerous,” she murmured.
He flapped the bandana at her. “Smarty pants. Anyway, destroyin’ stuff is what many of the McKays do best.” He grinned. “I made a few calls. And here we are, doin’ our best to tear this place down so the West boys can build it back up.”
Keely didn’t say a word. She was absolutely stunned. And touched. And about to break down and sob.
“Girlie, it scares me when you get all quiet.”
She couldn’t speak around the lump in her throat.
“Aw, hell, you ain’t pissed off are ya?” He sighed softly, nervously wiping his hands with the bandana. “I just wanted to help out. Seems like you don’t need me now that you’re all grown up.”
No way could she stop the tears, or from launching herself at him. “Daddy. I-I can’t—”
“I know, baby girl,” he soothed. “It’s okay.”
Keely breathed him in, sun-warmed cotton and honest sweat, coffee and Red Man tobacco, English Leather cologne and the hint of her mother’s perfume. Scents that offered her comfort, security and assurance like nothing else in her life. She whispered, “I’ll always need you. Always.”
“Good to know.” He squeezed her so strongly she could scarcely breathe. She cried harder when he gruffly said, “I love you, baby girl.”
After her dad released her, Keely wiped her tears with her fingers. He handed her a hankie with a crusty, “Here. Don’t understand why the sex that’s always cryin’ about something never remembers a damn hankie.”
She laughed. “Thanks, Daddy.”
“Anytime, punkin. You ain’t gonna believe all they got done already. Chet and Remy are supervising.
So’s Jack. He’s a damn taskmaster.”
“How well I know that.”
Inside the building, she could barely hear above the sounds of progress. Cord and Colby worked upstairs with Carter. In the backroom, Chet and Remy pulled out wiring while Trevor and Edgard gently pried off mopboards.
Colt, Quinn, Ben and Kade were ripping out lathe and plaster in the front room. Buck, Cam, Brandt, Dalton, Tell and her uncles Calvin and Charles were removing sections of ceiling. Whoa. Carson McKay had called everybody. Her assorted male relatives smiled at her and returned to the grind.
Her dad started toward the front door and Keely snagged his arm. “I can’t believe—”
He winced.
“What’s wrong with your arm?”
“Nothin’.”
“Let me see it.”
He showed her the inside of his left forearm. Beneath the rip in his shirt was a bloody scratch.
“What happened?”
“Me’n Jack were bustin’ a cabinet outta the bathroom. Damn thing sliced me.”
“Come on. I’ll fix you up.” Outside, Keely unearthed the first aid kit from underneath the front seat of her truck. She swabbed the area with a disinfectant pad, smeared on antibiotic cream and covered it with a square bandage. She even placed a healing kiss on it. “There. Good as new.”
“Thanks. Your mama’s gonna give me hell for rippin’ my shirt.”
Keely rolled her eyes. “Mama never gives you hell about nothin’.”
He bussed her forehead. “How little you know, girlie.” He ambled around the corner.
That’s when Keely saw Jack waiting on the steps. Buoyant, she made a beeline for him and he caught her in a tight hug. She swallowed his surprised laughter with a deep kiss that turned unexpectedly gentle.
She whispered, “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For tucking me in last night. For making coffee this morning. For supervising this teardown even though it isn’t part of your job description.”
“My pleasure, buttercup.”
“I’m sorry I can’t stick around and help since I rescheduled my Friday clients for today.”
“Don’t sweat it. With this many guys, it’ll be done fast.” Jack rubbed his lips over hers. “And for being McKays, they take direction surprisingly well.”
Keely rested her forehead to his, feeling all choked up again.
“Baby. What’s wrong?”
“How am I ever supposed to repay them, Jack? Thank you isn’t enough. It’s above and beyond even for family.”
“Not for them, it’s not. They’re doing it for you, because of you.”
“Sometimes you are so nice I can’t believe I ever hated you.”
He kissed her again. Longer. Deeper. Sweeter.
“Get a room,” Cam yelled out.
“Get back to work,” Remy added.
Male laughter echoed.
“They’re gonna give you crap for the rest of the day for that lip lock, GQ.”
“I’m up for the challenge.”
“Good. I’ll see you later.”
Lucky for Keely the day didn’t drag as much as she’d feared. She finished at the clinic and drove back to Moorcroft, anxious to see the changes.
Dusk had fallen. The vehicles were gone. She unlocked the back door and ventured inside. She didn’t need a spotlight to see the differences; the place was empty. Completely empty. Walls gone. Ceiling gone.
Plumbing gone. Electrical gone. The space was a blank slate. A clean canvas.
For the first time it felt like hers.
Keely tried to envision where the spaces would be divided into patient rooms. What the refurbished woodwork would look like. If the tin ceiling would gleam after one hundred years of grime was removed.
Giddy, she spun around on the wooden floor, arms flung open wide, laughing. Trying to capture the moment—her dream was finally within reach.
Chapter Fourteen
Jack was ready to walk out the door when Keely whirled in like a tornado. Her mouth ran a million miles an hour.
“So I drove back to Moorcroft after I got off work and I’m stunned. I cannot believe they finished all of it today. I’m peeing my pants I’m so pumped.”
“There’s a visual I needed, Keely.”
She took in his appearance. “Where are you goin’ all duded up?”
“Out with Carter. Wearing clean pants and a sweater hardly qualifies me as duded up,” he said dryly.