No regrets now.
Maybe she shouldn’t have brought him with her to the garage. What if he didn’t see it? Didn’t get it? Sid had told no one about her plans. Will knew only because she worked at the real estate office now and then, so Sid went through her to enquire about the property.
But even Randy didn’t know. This was hers and when she saw it through, on her own, she would show everyone that Sid Navarro could be more than some fishing hostess and part-time grease monkey.
She would be a successful business owner. In demand. Doing what she loved. Not just one guy’s kid sister and another guy’s sidekick. Sid would stand on her own.
Pulling onto the gravel road leading to the garage, she kicked the truck down into four-wheel drive to gain traction through potholes the size of craters. Like the building it fronted, the driveway needed some work.
Lucas braced himself in the passenger seat, looking perplexed about where exactly she was taking him. Sid gave him credit for not demanding answers.
When she stopped the truck ten yards from the red brick building, they both leaned forward to see the edifice. Sid left the wipers going to clear the light drizzle falling on the windshield. Looking up, she breathed a sigh of relief that the windows had held. The ones that hadn’t been broken before the storm anyway.
Arms wrapped around the steering wheel, she looked over to Lucas. “Well?”
His head jerked her way as if he’d forgotten she was there. His mouth formed an “O” shape but remained silent. Then his eyes went back to the building. “It’s … I …” Looking her way again he asked, “I see an old run- down building. What am I missing?”
Sid cut the engine and reached for her door handle. “Come on. I’ll show you.” As her feet hit the ground, she raised the hood on her jacket. Ingrid would bring rain for at least the next twenty-four hours, even as she drifted out into the ocean away from land.
Though Fisher kept a padlock on the front entrance, Sid knew the side door could be easily opened. It stuck, but with a solid smack to the upper right corner, she pushed it open. Lucas followed behind.
“Are we breaking and entering?”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ve got lawyer friends who’ll take our case.”
Lucas stopped just outside the threshold. “That’s not funny.”
She rolled her eyes. Good thing the man was hot or the goody-two-shoes act would be a deal breaker. “I’m kidding. We’re fine. Come in out of the rain and close the door.”
The smell of dirt filled the air as a breeze traveled down from the higher windows. The one in the back had been missing a roughly four-inch piece from the corner, and from what she could tell, that was still the only damage evident. If the storm had been any stronger, they’d be standing in several inches of water.
By now Lucas had joined her in the large garage space. His head tilted back to take in the high ceiling, grungy walls, and dust-tinted windows. “This place is a wreck. How could it be anyone’s dream?”
Sid bit the inside of her cheek. She thought he’d see it. Damn it.
“You have to picture it cleaned up. New windows. Large fan up there at the highest point of the ceiling.” She pointed, then crossed to the left side of the space. “This will be the work counter, where I can spread out the plans. Consult with customers and decide on colors, interiors, that sort of thing.” Crossing to the other side she held her arms wide. “This will be the tool area, though some will be spread around or mounted to the ceiling, hanging within reach to work on the topside.”
Lucas remained rooted to the spot where she’d left him. “You’re going to turn this into a business?”
“Not just any business,” she said, closing the distance between them. “Navarro Boat Repair and Restoration. I’ll be able to take on the bigger jobs I can’t do now because I don’t have a place to do the work, but at the same time I can restore some old beauties. Something I’ve wanted to do for years.”
Lucas did another spin in place, taking in their surroundings. “The space is good. What are the measurements?”
A rush of heat shot through Sid’s chest. He was starting to see her vision. “Front to back it’s just under seventy-five feet. Ceiling goes up two and a half stories.” Turning to face the front she added, “The door is about fifteen feet, but I’ll need to change that to make the entrance bigger.”
Again Lucas fell silent, eyes darting from corner to corner as if doing mental calculations. Several seconds later, he crossed his arms. “The structure is sturdy. How long has this been here? I don’t even remember it.”
“Since the sixties,” she answered. “It’s a little out of the way, but close enough to the water to be perfect. Once the boat ramp is installed.”
He shook his head. “Getting this place up and running would cost a fortune. If you found the right investors, could you really make enough to make it viable?”
Investors? She didn’t want investors. “I know the price. I’ll handle it.”
“You’ll handle it?” Lucas asked, kicking a rock with his toe to reveal a chunk missing from the concrete floor. “You have a money tree planted somewhere?”
Sid had been saving for five years for this project. Scrimped and sacrificed. Taken every job she could get, returning home at night smelling like fish or diesel or both. “The money is my business. Forget I brought you here.” With a weight in her chest, she charged toward the side door. “Let’s go.”
“Wait,” he said, catching her by the arm as she tried to pass him. “I admire your ambition, Sid. I really do. I didn’t mean to imply you couldn’t make this happen. It just seems like a long shot is all.”
“I never said it would be easy.” She pulled her arm from his grip and jammed her hands in her jacket pockets. “But I’m going to make this happen. You know as well as I do the only way to thrive on this island is to own a business. I’m not going to be a lackey for your brother forever. I have plans.”
Plans she thought he’d understand. The breeze blew through again and she shivered. Why couldn’t he see the potential here?
Lucas held eye contact another second, then dropped his gaze to the floor. “I get it.”
Her body tensed. “You get what?”
“I get this,” he said, gesturing to their surroundings. “You want to create something that’s yours. To be in charge of your own life and do what you love.” He met her eyes again. “I get that.”
Sid hadn’t realized she was holding her breath until it whooshed out. “Then you can see what this place can be. What I can make of it.”
He nodded. “I do. But taking on investors wouldn’t mean the place isn’t yours. What about your brother? Or Joe? I bet they’d both help you out.”
So much for him understanding. “You want to make partner in that fancy firm of yours, don’t you?” she asked. “Are you working for that, or waiting for someone to hand it to you?”
“That’s not the sa—”
“Not the same thing? It’s exactly the same thing. You want to make yourself into something important.” Sid crossed her arms to keep from shaking him. “Well so do I. On my terms.”
“This is going to take real money, Sid.”
“Law school come free these days?”
He pursed his lips. “Touche.” Rocking back on his heels, he grinned. “You’re a stubborn woman, Sid Navarro.”
She couldn’t stay angry when he looked at her that way. With frustration, amusement, and desire all mixed together. “My stubbornness paid off last night, didn’t it?”
With a hard tug, Lucas pulled her into his arms. “Yes, it did.” He nipped her earlobe and Sid squeaked. Heat shot through her body as she rose to her tiptoes, pressing soft curves against his hard angles. Though he stood nearly a foot taller, she couldn’t help but notice how they fit together perfectly.
As if Lucas had been built for her alone. The thought set off warning bells in her brain, but then Lucas took her mouth in a hot, wet, mind-numbing kiss and the alarms faded away.
Lucas tried not to dwell on the fact he couldn’t get enough of the woman with whom he was now officially having a summer fling. Even while trying his patience, she held the sex kitten look that made him long to sink his hands into that thick main of dark hair. Slide his tongue along her skin, and run his hands over every delicious, mouthwatering curve.
Just as he’d suspected, this had the potential to get complicated. He’d been worried Sid couldn’t handle casual, but by all accounts, she seemed to be doing just fine. Lucas was the one wanting to follow her around like
