Sheltering Annie by Lauren Giordano

Author:Lauren Giordano
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance series, steamy contemporary romance, small town romance, romantic suspense series, military hero
Publisher: Harvest Moon Press
Published: 2018-02-27T05:00:00+00:00

HANK CHECKED HIS WATCH, hustling for the door. He'd spent too much time with the engineers monitoring the concrete pour. Now, he'd be late for the weekly meeting with New Beginnings staff. He'd have to haul ass to get there before it started. Nodding to Big Pete as he opened the door for him, he paused. "Hey, bud—I need to talk with you later. You available?"

Pete Shea nodded, his gaze, as always, on the street beyond the shelter parking lot. "I think I can squeeze in a quick lunch." He scanned the site. "I can get Lefty to watch the door for me."

Hank smiled. The poor guy didn't even technically work there. He should take his damned lunch whenever he wanted. "I thought you had a beef goin' with Lefty?"

Pete's face split with a rare smile. "We worked that out. He finally stopped parkin' where I'd asked him not to."

When his phone beeped, Hank sighed. "Damn it, Traynor, I'm comin'." He nodded to his friend. "I'm late for a meeting. How does eleven-thirty work for you?"

"What's this about?"

He scanned Pete's height—all six feet, six inches of him. "I want your help with a plan to better protect this place."

"Hooyah." He shot him a disgruntled look. "Finally."

Hank had to admit, the giant marine had a point. They'd taken him for granted—him especially. But, Shea's idiosyncrasies were a damned bonus in this place. He noticed everything. He documented everything—in the spiral notebook he carried with him. He was a veteran of some of the most ferocious—and devious combat Hank had ever been party to. It was about time they all started treating Pete as the treasure trove of skills and knowledge he was. He smiled. "It's . . . personal, too. I need your advice on something."

"No sweat." Pete straightened up. Taller. His gaze returned to the street. "You're late," he reminded. "I'll see you later."

By the time Hank made it into the crowded conference room, the meeting had already started. Traynor glanced up from his notes. "How's the pour going?"

"The guys started around three this morning-"

"We had a few complaints about that," Sharon interrupted. "Why are y'all startin' in the middle of the damn night?"

Hank grinned over her cranky tone. "Because we need time for the concrete to cure. It's a large pour—the whole slab for the new wing," he reminded. "We need literally every hour of the day to get that done."

"We'll only have to do that another . . ." Traynor checked his notes. "Three times." He glanced up. "If you recall, during the pre-con meetings, my father mentioned this as a concern when we suggested you close down the shelter for a couple weeks-"

"An' I told Linc then—that was absolutely not possible." Sharon's eyes narrowed. "Where the hell do you expect all these women to go?"

"I understand, Sharon. So, now we have to make the best of it." Jeff stopped taking notes. "We can try to angle the temporary lights down, so they're not shining in someone's window."

"There's not much we can do to muffle the generators.

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