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his phone quickly, praying for a “yes.”
    â€œWe’re in, Matt.”
    Thank you. Matt breathed the thought heavenward, knowing what even a day’s delay could mean this time of year. They’d already been hammered by squalls packing hail, wind and rain. Time was of the essence.
    â€œEverything’s being delivered tomorrow morning,” Matt told him. “I started roof examination today, but my day got chopped by having to order supplies.”
    â€œWe’ll be there at eight,” Hank promised. “Callie works the lunch shift in town, but she’s got Wednesdays off, so we’ll have her all day tomorrow.”
    â€œWhat about Thursday?” Matt asked, assuring himself it was strictly a job-related inquiry.
    Yeah, right.
    â€œShe’ll split things up. She’ll crew with us, then the diner, then back here.”
    Matt knew how abbreviated days curtailed time frames, but did his frustration stem from Callie’s prior commitment or…
    No.
    He refused to go there. Callie would be working for him. Matt didn’t mix business with pleasure, no matter how intrigued he was by soft brown hair and gold-green eyes.
    â€œThat’s her job,” Hank continued.
    It didn’t take good math skills to realize roofing paid more, but Matt liked people that honored their commitments. His mother forgot she had a child when the world discovered he was Neal Brennan’s illegitimate son. He was eight years old when life capsized. His mother sought solace in a string of random men, while his stepfather found comfort in a bottle. That left no one around to raise an eight-year-old kid with learning problems. Jake’s age, he realized.
    â€œBut Buck and Tommy are available whenever. With respect to Tom’s age I wouldn’t put him on the tallest roofs, but he’s sure-handed and has a good eye. And quick.”
    â€œHe’s welcome, then. Anyone else you can think of, Hank?”
    A moment’s hesitation followed, then Hank offered, “Your um—” indecision lingered in the older man’s voice, his tone “—father’s in town.”
    â€œStepfather, you mean.”
    â€œI guess.”
    Matt didn’t blame Hank for sidestepping the issue. When your biological father turns out to be the wealthy but drug-using, gambling vice-president of a local big business, Walker Electronics, the poor guy who’d been publicly emasculated took a hard hit. Don Cavanaugh became the classic definition of deadbeat dad, but because he wasn’t Matt’s dad, Matt guessed the expression didn’t apply.
    But it hit hard when the guy you called dad for eight years walked away and never looked back because of biology. That hurt, big time.
    â€œHe crewed with me a few times when I really needed help,” Hank explained further.
    â€œThen you know he’s fairly unreliable on a day-to-day basis.”
    â€œWhen he’s drinking, you’re right. He’s sober right now.”
    Sobriety was temporary in Don Cavanaugh’s life, a hit-and-miss condition Matt would rather miss. “I can’t trust him.”
    â€œThen I won’t mention this when he’s around. He’ll notice when you change the sign, though.”
    â€œHow?” Matt’s father had no reason to be this far out of town and he hated the cold and snow. He’d race to Florida once the weather turned just like he had years ago, leaving Matt with his drama-queen mother.
    Face front, eyes forward. No flashbacks, got it?
    â€œDon comes by for coffee and soup with the other boys from time to time.”
    Which meant he’d see them working on Matt’s new project, and the inevitable face-to-face meeting. “I can’t have him over here, especially right now. I’ve got to get my bearings for this job. Find my comfort zone.”
    â€œI understand.”
    â€œThank you, Hank.”
    â€œSee you in the morning.”
    Matt