The Pool Boy (A Romance Novella) by Penny Wylder

Author:Penny Wylder [Wylder, Penny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penny Wylder Books
Published: 2016-10-16T18:30:00+00:00

I try not to sulk on the way to the mystery restaurant—James still won’t tell me where we’re going. He also made me stay in the car at his house. “Do you really think that if you come inside that we’re going to make it the restaurant?” he’d said. I mean…he had a point…but still.

I sigh audibly in my seat now, and James laughs. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be,” I say, putting on a mask of disappointment. “You denied me a chance to ogle you.”

“Don’t worry.” He puts his hand on my leg. “I plan on giving you many more chances.”

We pull up to a restaurant that borders the beach. It’s Italian, and I smile that he made a point to choose my favorite. We’re seated right away at a table overlooking the beach, and a soft breeze off the ocean plays through my hair. The late afternoon sun slants toward us and the beach is practically shimmering.

I glance over the menu, and even though I feel like I should be adventurous, I opt for comfort. I order the baked ziti, James orders fettuccini and a bottle of wine. Good wine.

“So,” James says when the waiter leaves, “you said you had a bunch of questions. Shoot.”

I grab a piece of bread from the basket and spread butter on it to buy myself some time. Now that I have the opportunity to ask, I’m not sure what to ask first. I guess I’ll start with the most immediate. “What do you really do?”

“I’m a contractor. Specifically I try to focus on low-income housing, but there’s not always work in that area. I take the contracts I can get and do my best to stay in that vein. The Harrison Foundation has given me several contracts. They’re a good company. It would be great if you worked for them.”

“I hope so,” I murmur. “But if that’s what you do, then why are you cleaning my pool?”

The waiter stops by with our wine and pours us each a glass. I savor the first sip while waiting for his answer.

“Contracts don’t last forever,” he says, “and when there are none to be had, I still need a job. So I take on occasional landscaping gigs. I haven’t had to do it in a while, but I have a friend named Mike whose dad is having surgery this week. He likes working for your dad—he gives nice bonuses. Mike didn’t want the company to give his place at your house to someone else, so I said I’d fill in for him while he’s with his dad.”

Wow, I think to myself, his willingness is amazing. And he’s so kind.

“Mike also works on my crew when he can, so it’s the least he can do.”

“You have a crew?”

He takes a sip of wine and smiles. “If you can call them that. They’re mainly friends who are good with their hands. When I have extra money in the budget, I bring them on to help. Makes the job go faster, and they get paid.

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