Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 186555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 933(@200wpm)___ 746(@250wpm)___ 622(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 933(@200wpm)___ 746(@250wpm)___ 622(@300wpm)
“Amos told you that?”
“He told me everything.” He stopped. “I’m going to set up the ladder right there.”
“Is he going to be okay?”
“She is going to be okay. The wing didn’t look broken, and the rehabber didn’t think her skull was fractured.” He moved around me and asked, “Have you used a drill before?”
I’d never even used a hammer until a couple weeks ago. “No.”
He nodded. “Hold it steady and press the button.” He showed me, holding up the black and green power tool. Mr. Rhodes’s eyes met mine. “You know what? Practice right here.” He pointed at a spot on the tree before setting up a screw on the tip.
I nodded and took it from him. I did it, screwing it in in about a split second. “Nailed it!” I glanced at him. “Get it?”
He didn’t do that partial smile that time, but you couldn’t win them all. “It’s a screw.” He gestured upward. “Get up there. I’ll pass you everything and talk you through it. I won’t be able to get up there since it’ll be over weight capacity,” my landlord warned.
I bet it would. He had to weigh over two hundred pounds, easy.
I nodded though and started climbing up before a touch on my ankle made me pause and glance down.
“If you can’t hold anything, drop it. Don’t fall or let it fall on you, understand?” he asked. “Drop it. Don’t save it with your face. Don’t break its fall.”
That sounded simple enough.
“Get up there and do it.”
I could do this.
I smiled and finished climbing up. He carefully handed over the drill and screws before giving me a tube I didn’t recognize. Glue? My knees started shaking, and I tried my best to ignore them… and the way the ladder seemed to move a little too even though he was holding it.
“Careful. You got it…,” he said as I blew out a breath. “You’re doing great.”
“I’m doing great,” I repeated, wiping my hand on my jeans when I realized it was sweaty before picking the drill back up.
“Set it down. See that tube I handed you? It’s open. Put a drop on the screws, just to get them to really stick,” he instructed from below.
“Got it.” I did what he said, then called down, “If I drop it, run, okay?”
“Don’t worry about me, angel. Time for the drill.”
“Aurora,” I corrected him, blowing out a shaky breath. That wasn’t the first time he’d called me the wrong name, I was pretty certain.
“Okay, you only need one screw. It doesn’t have to be perfect,” he instructed, before handing out more steps that I followed with slippery hands. “You’re doing great.”
“I’m doing great,” I repeated after I’d double-checked that the screw was in well and he’d handed up the bat house. My arms were shaking. Even my neck was tense. But I was doing it.
“Here,” he said, holding up a bottle as high as possible. I recognized it as the attractant that Clara had sent me a screenshot of when she’d realized hers was expired.
Aiming my face away, I sprayed it. “Anything else?”
“No, now pass me the drill and glue and get down.”
I peeked down. “Please?” I joked.
And his stony, serious face was back.
Much better.
I did what he asked, knees still shaking, and started to climb down. “I’m not that—oh shit.” My toes missed a step, but I caught myself. “I’m fine, I meant to do that.” I peeked down at him again.
Yeah, his hard face was still there. “I bet you did,” he muttered, amusing me way more than he probably meant to.
I finished climbing down the steps and instantly handed over the extra screws. “Thank you for helping me. And doing the foam stuff. And being so patient.”
His full lips pressed together as he stood there, watching me again, his gaze moving over my face.
Mr. Rhodes cleared his throat, and all the hints of playfulness I’d seen glimpses of before disappeared. “I did it for me.” His serious voice was back even as his gaze flicked to a spot behind me. “Don’t want you screaming at the top of your lungs in the middle of the night, waking me up.”
My smile faltered before I caught it, and I reminded myself that it wasn’t like I wasn’t aware he didn’t really like me. All this was just… him being a landlord and a decent guy deep down. I’d asked him to show me what to do, and he had. That was it.
But it still hurt even though I knew it was stupid. It took everything in me to keep my face neutral. “Thanks anyway,” I told him, hearing how funny I sounded, but taking a step back. “I don’t want to take up more of your time, but thanks again.”
Mr. Rhodes’s lips parted right as I half-assed waved.
“Bye, Mr. Rhodes.”