rotten.â He took another deep drink, then continued. âI should have the last of this pulled down in the next hour or so, then first thing tomorrow morning Iâll start on the new structure.â
âIt will be nice to be able to walk out the front door and not be afraid of falling through the porch.â
âYou know, Iâd be glad to give you an estimate on some new kitchen cabinets. If I build them from pine, theyâd be relatively inexpensive.â
âNew cabinets would be wonderful,â she said thoughtfully. âIâve been afraid to put too many canned goods in the ones that are there because they look so weak.â
âIâll work up an estimate and you can decide if you want to go ahead then.â
âOkay,â she agreed, then sighed. âThereâs so much work here that needs to be done.â
âAnd Rome wasnât built in a day,â he replied with one of his killer smiles.
âYouâre right. And hopefully weâll be here a long time and eventually get the house done the way we want it.â She returned his smile with one of her own.
âPatience isnât one of my strong suits.â
âIâve never been one to want to wait for what I want, either,â he replied with a wicked grin that instantly drew heat into her cheeks.
He held out his empty glass to her. As she took it from him, their fingers touched and Abby felt a spark of electricity tingle in the air between them. She took another step back from him and clutched the glass tightly in her hand.
There was a silence, an uncomfortable one that she instantly worked to fill. âYou mentioned last night at the diner that you had to stay here in Inferno for several months and work on your family dude ranch so your brothers and sisters wouldnât default. So, you have a big family?â
âTwo brothers and one sister. And weâve recently added a sister-in-law and a brother-in-law.â He swiped a hand through his thick hair, and Abby tried not to notice how handsome he looked with the afternoon sun playing on his features.
He had strong, bold features. Midnight dark brows, a straight Roman nose, high cheekbones and a sensual mouth. He was once again clad in customary tight, worn blue jeans that rode low on his hips.
âWhat about you? Big family? Small family?â he asked.
âNo other family. Just me and the kids.â
A frown creased his forehead. âI might as well have no family. We arenât very close.â
âDo they all live here in town?â she asked curiously.
Luke nodded. âYeah, Matthew lives at the family homestead. Mark and his wife, April, and son live on a house Mark built on the ranch. Johnna and her husband, Jerrod, live in a house here in town.â His frown deepened. âSo, weâre all here, but we might as well live a million miles away from one another.â
âYou donât realize how lucky you are to have brothers and a sister,â Abby replied. âMy sister died a year ago, and there isnât a day that goes by that I donât wish I had spent more time with her, talked to her more often.â
As always, thoughts of Loretta brought with them a dark, dangerous well of grief. If only sheâd known what had been going on in Lorettaâs life. If only sheâd known the danger. Abby had encouraged her to make the break that had ultimately resulted in her death.
Before Abby could plunge into the dark depths of despair, she mentally shook away thoughts of the sister she missed so much. âTake my advice, Luke and donât waste time where your family is concerned. Enjoy their company while you still have them.â
He nodded, his gaze steady, thoughtful as it lingered on her. âSo, you lost your sister a year ago. That means you had two tragedies about the same time?â
âTwo?â She looked at him blankly.
âYour husband and your