She briefly explained about their short past, the lone sexual encounter, sparing her mother the details. “I was embarrassed about what had happened between us, but he kept bringing it up. I swear, he only wants to hire me now to improve his reputation. I’m not interested in that. The job is a great opportunity, but not under those circumstances.”
“Did he ask you to have sex with him so he could redeem himself?”
“No, but I don’t want a pity job.”
Denise put down the spoon and faced her. “You’re saying he wants to give you a job to make up for being bad in bed?”
Nevada winced. “It made more sense when I was just thinking that in my head. With you asking the question, it sounds stupid.”
“There’s probably a reason for that.”
Denise Hendrix had married young and had three boys in less than five years. Determined to have a daughter, she’d gotten pregnant one last time, only to find herself having triplets. She’d handled the shock with her usual grace and humor, raising six children with an ease that left most people amazed.
A widow for the past eleven years, she’d finally started dating. But her social life didn’t keep her so busy that she didn’t have time to tell her children exactly what she thought. That was both a blessing and a curse.
“If Tucker was genuinely worried about his reputation, he wouldn’t hire you,” her mother said. “He would run as far and fast as he could, or try to sleep with you now and move on. Why would he risk you telling the entire crew about your night together?”
“He knows I would never do that.”
“Does he? It doesn’t sound as if he took the time to know you at all.”
“Things were complicated back then,” Nevada mumbled, not wanting to get into the whole Cat situation. Sure, Tucker had been lousy in bed, but Nevada had been the one throwing herself at him the second she’d found out he and Cat had broken things off. She’d practically begged him to sleep with her. Unfortunately, their brief encounter hadn’t won her anything and had instead broken her heart.
“If your dreams matter, then you’ve been given an excellent opportunity. I’d hate to see you miss it and have regrets later. They can be the hardest thing to live with.”
Nevada stared at her mother. “Do you have regrets?”
“Not very many. I’ve been lucky—I had a wonderful husband and I have my children.”
“We are pretty amazing.”
Denise laughed. “Yes, you are.” She touched Nevada’s arm. “This is what you said you wanted. Why let a single night get in the way of that? You’re both adults. You can agree to put it behind you and move on.”
“You’re being rational. That’s always unnerving.”
“It’s important to keep you guessing.”
Nevada drew in a breath. “You’re right. I do want the job. And it was just one night. Hell, it was five minutes. I should be able to forget that.”
Instead of returning to her cookies, Denise walked to the cordless phone and picked it up. “You can call right now.”
Nevada groaned. “This reminds me of the time I took Pia’s Teen Talk Barbie and snuck it home. You made me go right back and apologize.”
“And you were the better for it.”
“Maybe.” She stared at the phone. “Okay. I’ll call.”
Knowing thinking about it too much would only make things harder, she pulled Tucker’s business card out of her jeans pocket and dialed. Two rings later, she heard his familiar voice.
“Janack.”
“Hendrix,” she said before she could stop herself. “Um, it’s Nevada.”
“Hey. What’s up?”
She cleared her throat. “I thought we could finish our interview.”
Silence stretched between them. Her insides clenched. Damn him, he was going to tell her no. He was going to say he’d changed his mind.
“Great. You free right now? I’m heading to the job site. I’d like to show you what we’re doing.”
She opened her mouth and closed it. “Um, sure. I can meet you out there.”
“See you in twenty minutes.”
He hung up.
Nevada did the same, then set the phone back in the charger. “I’m meeting him at the job site. We’re going to talk.”
Her mother grinned. “Are you sure that’s all you’ll be doing?”
“Mo-om.”
Denise laughed, then hugged her. “You’ll be fine.”
“You can’t know that.”
Denise smiled. “I’m pretty sure.”
TUCKER STOOD BY THE SIDE of the road. The first work done by his crew had been to clear an area for parking and heavy equipment. Now with that finished, the real effort would begin. Building a casino-hotel resort would take hundreds of thousands of man-hours and millions of dollars over nearly two years. His plan was to come in early and under budget. For that he needed the right team and a fair amount of luck.
He turned as a light blue Ford Ranger drove toward him. Nevada pulled in next to him and climbed out.