Janice Johnson - The Hero's Redemption

“I played the guitar.” He didn’t know why he was telling her this, but his dreams of rock stardom were another good memory, along with playing football. “Had a band. A friend’s mother let us practice in their basement. We played at some parties, got a few gigs at small clubs around Seattle, but I don’t think we’d have made it even locally in the music scene. After we graduated from high school, two of us stuck with it for another year, bringing in replacement band members, but it wasn’t as much fun.”

Amusement lit her face. “Did you sing?”

“Howled, more like.”

She had a rich, full laugh. “Did you prance around the stage?”

“God forbid. I sulked and brooded and let my hair hang over my face.”

“You do brooding well.”

“What?”

“You do.” Studying him, she said, “That wasn’t an insult.”

“I’m quiet. I don’t brood.” Yeah, he did.

“Okay, you just look like you’re thinking deep, dark, dangerous thoughts.”

Exasperated, he gave up.

He both wanted and didn’t want to ask what else she had for him to do once they’d finished painting the house. Originally, she’d talked about having him take care of the overgrown yard, but he could level it in a day with a weed whacker. Then what?

Apprehension sat heavy in him, as if he’d eaten too much. He stared down at what was left in his bowl.

“I could start working on the apartment in the evenings,” he said.

She frowned. “You shouldn’t have to work twelve-hour days.”

“I can get a lot done in an hour or two.”

“Well...” Erin set down her fork. “I don’t know. What should come first?”

“The outside stairs. Although once I start, I’ll have to work straight through.”

“I should’ve realized they were rotten, too.”

He nodded. “Not sure I’d want to haul something heavy like a new shower stall or bathroom cabinet up those stairs right now.”

“Okay. When we’re done with the paint job, I’ll buy the lumber for you to do that next. And I’ll pay you.” She narrowed her eyes at him until he closed his mouth, ending his protest. “That’s not the apartment. It’s part of the garage, and a safety issue.”

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