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Her face lit up again, erasing the pain that’d showed through at the mention of her divorce.Must’ve been a real jerk.Mick couldn’t imagine anyone being stupid enough to let her go, but then appearances only ran skin deep. He didn’t really know anything about her.
“You’re the first person to say that. I really like the charm of this—” Her phone buzzed on the floor near the hammer. She went toward the sound and Mick couldn’t help but admire her ass as she bent to retrieve it from the floor. “Hello?”
“You’re what!” Her voice screeched higher. Mick grimaced, waiting to hear what was wrong. She didn’t look like the type to keep it close to the vest. “You can’t just leave my furniture on the porch. It’s raining. I can’t move it inside myself.” Her blue eyes flashed past him to the wall of windows and the rain coming down hard now. “Can’t you just come back with it tomorrow?”
Yikes.That’s not how the delivery people worked in Somewhere. If they didn’t leave it now, the schedule wouldn’t get back to her again for probably close to a solid—
“Three weeks. But, I—” A heavy sigh slipped from her mouth. Her shoulders sank and she walked to the glass to stare out at the rain. “You can’t leave my things in this weather. I’ll just—”
“Laurel,” Mick interrupted. The poor woman had just moved into town and now wasn’t going to have furniture for another month. “I can help. Let me call a couple of pals.”
Her blue eyes widened, surprise strained the muscles in her face. “I can’t ask you—”
“I’m offering,” he said, cutting off her protest. “Tell them to put it on the porch and cover it with the plastic sheets in the truck.”
“How do you know they—”
“They do.”
“Leave it on the porch and cover it well with the plastic sheets you have in the truck. I’m coming right now.” She tapped the screen of the phone and met Mick’s gaze. “I don’t know where you came from, but you’re my superman tonight. Do you really have friends who can come help at such short notice?”
“Yep.” Mick nodded and pulled out his cell. “Put your address and number here. I’ll be right behind you. My truck is across the street.”
“Thank you,” she said, looking like she couldn’t decide whether to hug him in addition to the verbal thank you. He wouldn’t have minded a hug, but her hesitation said she wasn’t comfortable. Couldn’t really blame her. He wasn’t her kind of guy.
He glanced down at the address and grinned. She’d bought the old Miller place—great little farmhouse at the end of the same road he lived on. One of the more original homes in Somewhere. It sat on an acre lot in the back of the subdivision.
“I’ll meet you there with my friends. in just a few minutes.”
The hesitation and contemplation he’d seen a moment earlier disappeared, replaced by bright eyes and a wide smile. Damn the woman had a smile that turned his brain off. What else would he offer to do for her before the night was over. He needed to be at home working on the pilot. Another deadline was quickly approaching for a contest he was entering in March—Best New Voice in Drama.
“Thank you so much.”
He nodded and crossed to the front door. “Be sure to lock up,” he said, before ducking out into the rain. Mick waited an extra second. Just until he heard the deadbolt turn in the door behind him. The rain was pouring hard. His hair plastered to his head and within a few seconds his shirt was soaked through. It’d been warm-ish this morning and he’d left his coat at home.
He pressed the screen in the middle of his console, pulling up his contact directory. Adam VonBrandt’s name popped up first. He was always a first choice for helping move heavy shit. The man could lift a fridge like it was a dining room chair. He touched Adam’s name on the screen and the system dialed.
“Mick?”
“Hey Adam, I need a favor. You busy?”
“Not at the moment.”
“A friend needs some help with furniture. Can you meet me at 1039 Wind Gate.”
“Dude, have you seen the weather outside?”
“That’s why she needs help. She was at her storefront when the delivery guys showed up. So—”
“Say no more. Carl is an asshole.”
Mick chuckled. Everyone knew the head delivery guy for the big box store in Somewhere. “Thanks man.” He ended the call and scrolled through for another friendly name.
He landed on Chuck and Gary, both capable and helpful and happily married with kids. Both answered their phones and agreed to head right over. Thank God for overly protective married guys. Both of them had instantly felt sorry for her and called the delivery guy all sorts of colorful names, worse than Adam had.
Mick started his truck and pulled out of the lot, flipping on his wipers so he could see through the falling deluge. The drive to barely took ten minutes. A few turns past Main and he entered his subdivision.
The delivery truck had been there and gone. Luckily Laurel’s house had a large front porch. Most everything looked like it was safely tucked against the clap board walls underneath the front porch rafters.
