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n't. Brick won't burn."
Other things could, though, and Faith suddenly grew aware of
them--Sawyer's brown eyes darker than they'd been but warmer, heating
her cheeks, her mind, her blood. She could do without that kind of
burning, too.
Scrambling to her feet, she brushed off the seat of her pants. "Are we
working?"
"We're working."
"Let's get to it, then. From the looks of those plans, there's plenty
to do."
Oawyer didn't plan to do all the work himself. He would have liked
to, but he knew his limitations. For starters, time was a factor. At
the rate of two weekends a month, it would take him years to make the
place livable. He wanted to be able to enjoy it before that. And then
there was the matter of skill. He was a lawyer, not a carpenter or a
mason or a millworker. He knew how to reshingle a roof, how to
refinish floors, how to miter moldings, even how to install cabinets,MBT Sawa,
but when it came to carving windows through brick, wiring an electrical
system, designing a heating system and installing new plumbing, he was
willing to yield to the experts.
He told Faith as much when they took a break for lunch,MBT Nama, which consisted
of burgers at a diner on the way into town.
"There's no point in doing it if it isn't done right. I don't want to
end up with something that will blow apart when the first coastal storm
hits."
Faith had spent a good part of the morning in and out of the water
tower, first relaying shingles up to Sawyer, then trying to familiarize
herself with the tower so she wouldn't shiver each time she walked in.
Putting a jacket over her sweater helped beat the chill; she wasn't
quite as successful fighting the heeby-jeebies.
' That water tower would withstand an assault by Attila the Hun," she
maintained in a wry tone of voice.
Sawyer grinned.
"Solid, huh?"
His grin was filled with pride, but it wasn't pride that suffused
Faith's insides with a now familiar heat. It was the grin itself, a
slash of lips and teeth that was a littl