The Trouble with Andrew by Heather Graham Page B

left!”
    â€œAnd you picked up a camera?”
    She gritted her teeth. “I’m a photographer. Free lance. It’s what I do for a living.”
    â€œBut—”
    â€œAnd I’m good at it and I don’t have a house anymore and I might need what I can make off of storm pictures! Not to mention the fact that this has been something that should be remembered!”
    â€œIt’s still not worth your life!” he told her.
    Of course not. But before she could assure him that she hadn’t meant to put anyone in danger, including herself, she heard her son calling to her again. “Mom? Mr. Cunningham? Are you in there?”
    â€œYes!” Katie called quickly. “Don’t come in, I’ll come out.”
    â€œMr. Cunningham needs to come, too. There’s a lady on the phone for him. Can you believe it? We’ve barely got a house and Mr. Cunningham’s phone is still working!”
    Drew grimaced, then set his hands on Katie’s shoulders, spinning her around and urging her toward the door, which was hanging open.
    She felt his hands on her shoulders as they walked.
    There was a lady on the phone for him. Well, of course, he hadn’t been spending his life in celibacy, waiting for her.
    Katie was startled by the strength of the jealousy that seemed to pour through her.
    Drew propelled her out of the house. Jordan stood on the porch, watching them with open curiosity. “I was trying to see what was left,” Katie told her son. “Mr. Cunningham stopped me.”
    â€œThe place isn’t safe,” Drew said. The words were quiet. The tension in his voice was nearly controlled.
    Jordan sighed. “Anyone can see that, Mom.”
    Drew Cunningham was behind her. She was certain that he was nodding sagely at the wisdom of a ten-year-old —a child brighter than his mother.
    â€œYes,” she murmured, just a little acidly, “Mr. Cunningham has so informed me.” She spun around. “Don’t you think you should run over and answer your phone, Drew?”
    â€œOh, yeah, the lady is real worried,” Jordan said. “I told her that you were fine, that you’d gone out to chase my mom somewhere. She was real nice, so I told her that your house was just fine, and she wasn’t quite sure who I was so I tried to explain that our house wasn’t fine. I think I confused her worse.”
    â€œMaybe you’d better hurry,” Katie suggested sweetly.
    â€œAnd I think you’d better follow along with me,” he said, not seeming to be in a hurry to rectify things. “It’s not safe to go into that house.”
    â€œBut—”
    â€œI know you want to see what you can salvage. If you’ll just wait a few minutes and come with me now, I’ll come back with you and make sure that you sift through the house safely.”
    â€œHow come you can be safe and I can’t?” Kate asked.
    â€œBecause I’m an architect and a builder,” he said flatly. Well, that explained why he had managed to be there every day when they had been working on his house.
    And it would certainly explain how his had stood when hers had not.
    He was watching her digest the information. But he didn’t say anything else to her.
    â€œJordan, get your mom. Come on.”
    Jordan seemed to like the man, who could be downright irritating, Katie decided. “Mom, come on.”
    Right. Just what she wanted to do. Walk to Drew’s house and listen to him explain to some mystery woman that he had been saddled with a thirty-something woman and her child since the storm.
    She gritted her teeth. All right. She’d stand right in front of him and make him just as uncomfortable as she could while he made his explanations.
    She followed him to his house but stood in the foyer as he went in. He answered the phone on the cherry-wood table next to the sofa. He had to know she had come in behind him, but he didn’t