Jonathan spoke without looking up from his laptop. “You’re ten minutes late. There’s only two acceptable excuses for being late. A life-or-death situation, or morning sex.”

Lily choked on her coffee.

Jonathan looked up. “Holy shit,” he said. “Ding-dong, we have a winner at door number two. You got morning sex, you lucky bitch.”

Lily stopped and inspected herself in one of the mirrors. “No way could you tell that by just looking at me.”

“Yes, way,” he said. “And I want to hear every single detail, including size and expertise, but for now get the towels out and start up the register.”

“I thought that was Rosa’s job.”

Rosa popped her head out from the back. “Nope. The person who gets morning sex has to do the shit jobs so the rest of us feel better about our sexless lives.”

Jonathan nodded. “It’s in the employee handbook.”

Lily shook her head. “Fine,” she said, heading to the back. “But no one’s getting any details out of me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Lenny asked.

Lily hadn’t noticed him in her hurry, but he was standing right there. In his T-shirt and jeans low slung thanks to his tool belt, he had sawdust in his hair and all over her floor. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Just put in some new shelves. Gray said I could handle your list of requested renovations as a side job.”

She looked the shelves over and nodded approvingly. “They look great. Let me grab a broom and sweep up the sawdust before any clients get here.”

“No worries,” he said. “I’ll clean up after myself. I’m a full-service contractor. So about that promise …”

Baffled, she shook her head. “What promise?”

“You said you’d think about going out with me.”

No, she hadn’t. She’d been careful not to lead him on. “Lenny—”

He smiled. “You going to break my heart, sugar?”

She rolled her eyes. “We both know I couldn’t do that.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself.”

There was something different about him today from the last time she’d seen him. His cheeks had a lot of color, and his eyes were glassy. She might have thought he was sick except for one thing—she could smell liquor on him. “Have you been drinking?”

“Is that against the law?” he asked.

“It’s not even nine thirty.”

“But it’s five o’clock somewhere.”

“You’re on the job,” she said quietly.

His smile was a bit tight now. “You going to rat me out, Lily? Wouldn’t be the first time you told on someone, would it?”

She narrowed her eyes at the reference to what had happened at her last job. “Maybe you should just go.”

“Because that would be easier than admitting to my face that you never had any intention of going out with me. Is that it?”