Texas Daddy
“She’s right. We’re excited about the possibilities of this room. It was our idea to call Adrian. We should be here.” Jackie stated her case one more time, but it didn’t help.
Mr. Bergmann crossed his arms and glared. “Which is why I’m putting her in charge. She will make sure the job gets done without wasting money on extravagant ideas. Go or I’ll send Adrian away and it’ll just stay the way it is right now without even hearing a bid.”
With matching sighs, the two women headed down the stairs. He turned back to Nikki and Adrian. He was a tall man with thick dark hair that was sprinkled with silver. He didn’t look old enough to have four grown daughters, but there was a sadness in the lines of his face that proved his life had not been an easy one. “Nikki, you look like you’re in pain. Do you need to go home? Adrian can come back later. We don’t have to do this now.”
She stood and smiled at him. “No, I’m good. I just forgot how overwhelming the twins can be when they’re together.”
He snorted. “Welcome to my life. I think it’s about time someone got married around here and added a male point of view.”
Adrian knew neither of the twins was dating anyone. Danica had mentioned Nikki’s boyfriend, but it didn’t sound like they were still together or that he was a good guy. He really wanted to know, but couldn’t figure out a way to ask without it getting awkward. The silence after that statement made the air heavy.
“Mr. Bergmann, let me show you the walls.” Heading back to the exposed stone, he knew the lumberyard owner wouldn’t be as moved by sentiment as his daughter.
Nikki followed. “Adrian said this would be one of the easiest parts, and it’d get rid of possible mold.”
The tall man nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been worried about the mold after that last big storm.”
“Truthfully, the biggest areas of expense will be the floor and the windows. They’ll have to be custom-made, and to restore the trim I would want to use as much of the original wood as possible. To match it can take time. The wood floor might be tricky too. We really won’t know how much damage we’re dealing with until we remove the tiles. I’ll have to get an asbestos report.”
Bergmann toed a corner of a floor tile. “Can’t we just put some of that laminate wood flooring over the tile?”
Adrian tried to suppress a shudder, at least enough that Mr. Bergmann wouldn’t be offended. That was the problem working on someone else’s building. To hide the magnificence of the aged beauty was a true injustice to the original craftsmanship. Putting fake wood on the floor and burying the truth even deeper was so wrong.
“Daddy, if we’re gonna do this I think we need to do it right. You know the wood under this flooring is irreplaceable. They can’t cut that type of wood planks anymore.” Her gaze darted to Adrian, and she took a deep breath before turning back to her dad. “I remember you and Mom talking about this. She’d want to see the floors restored. Do you remember that?”
“Yes, but I didn’t think you did.”
She nodded. “I do. I think we let Adrian strip the old tiles away and at least see what we have underneath. If there is too much damage to the old wood, then we can talk other options.” She glanced back at Adrian. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s a good place to start. If it’s possible, I would love the opportunity to save the original wood.”
“Okay, get an estimate to me, and we’ll go from there. I’m putting Nikki in charge.”
“Me? Why? I’m not staying.” She crossed her arms.
“You’ll stay until you’re healed and this room is repaired. I trust you. Of all my girls, you’re the most practical. I’ve always been able to count on you to get the job done right. The only reason I’m finally going ahead with this is because you’re here. You leave, and I call it off.” He turned to Adrian. “You have a problem answering to a woman?”
“No, sir.”
“Good. Then whenever you’re here, she’ll be here. She knows construction.”
Adrian lifted his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. He had no problem working with women. He’d done it several times before. What he feared was working with Nikki, and not being able to keep it all business.
Chapter Four
Nikki pushed the stationary bike into double time. She had convinced the new coach to let her in early. By the time the therapist arrived, Nikki had already broken a sweat. When she introduced herself as Teresa Ortega, Nikki hoped she concealed her shock. The Teresa Ortega she remembered couldn’t be old enough to have this kind of responsibility. She was one of the younger Ortegas of the huge Ortega clan. One thing she did know: all of them were good people.
After a quick assessment and a short lecture about the percentage of reinjuries if she didn’t follow protocol, Teresa left her alone to work out.
Wanting to avoid everyone, Nikki had stayed away from town. Adrian said it would take him a week or two to get the quote together, but he needed to take measurements and check out the condition of the existing structure. He would not actually be working, so she convinced her dad she could use the time to rest at home. If she spoke the truth, she would call it by its right name: hiding.
Unfortunately, there were two things she couldn’t avoid. The first being her sisters. They thought their mission was to cheer her up and keep her company.
The concept that she wanted to be in a bad mood and did not want to talk to anyone went over their heads. They came anyway, including her sister’s six-year-old twin daughters.
Second, she had to come to physical therapy. If she wanted the doctor to sign off on her recovery and get back to her real life, she’d have to focus and get it done.
She made plans to show up early, and if she kept her head down, maybe she could get out before Adrian and his daughter saw her.
Her father might have been the third, but he seemed to be doing a great job of avoiding her. The hurt in his eyes whenever they happened to be in the same room was too heavy for either one of them to handle.
Like the good Bergmanns they were, they didn’t talk about something that might turn into a fight. They kept it to themselves. But the burn in her gut told her that strategy was not working.
“Ms. Bergmann!” Mia rushed to her with strong swings of her crutches.
“Mia, careful.” Adrian followed at a more leisurely pace, his hand in the front pocket of his jeans. The whites of his eyes had more red than white in them. He looked as if he’d had a rough night. He glanced down at her new shiny knee brace. “How’s the knee? Any permanent damage?”
She pulled her ponytail tighter. Her stupid heart jumped when she saw him. Even tired and haggard, he was the best-looking man she knew. “No, but I got a lecture on how fortunate I am to escape another surgery.” She stared straight ahead at the large window that covered the wall. It was easier to pretend to focus on the view of the football field as she pumped along on the stationary bike than to look at Adrian. “Party too hard?” She was so lame.
“He was up all night with me. My leg was hurting really bad, and then he had a bunch of two-year-old horses with attitudes, and then he had to take me to the doctor, but not until he—”
“Mia, that’s enough.” He pulled his daughter close. “We’re interrupting her workout.”
“No. I’m fine.” If she could, she would have hit herself on the head. Adrian gave her an excuse to ignore them, but she had to be all agreeable.
Mia moved closer. “They say I might need another surgery.” For a moment, concern flashed in the eyes of both father and daughter. “Hope I get to ride the bike today. It looks fun.” And just like that, the sunshine smile was back on the adorable face.
The trainer walked in and saved Nikki from thinking of something appropriate to say. She watched in the mirrors that sat at an angle above the windows as Adrian shook hands with the petite brunette.
“Hi, Teresa.”
“So, is Mia ready for the next step?” She gave the girl an encouraging look. “It won’t be easy.”
“I’m ready to do whatever it takes to get back on my horse. I want to ride in the July Jubilee.”
Adrian’s jaw muscles flexed and a glare sat hard in his eyes. “We’ve talked about this. You will not be riding in the rodeo. It doesn’t matter what the doctor says. I’m your father, and I own that horse.”
The sweet face of the ten-year-old suddenly held the same determined glare as her father’s. Nikki couldn’t help but smile. Adrian might not know it yet, but he was about to have his hands full with a preteen girl who wanted her horse back.
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