Sarah’s voice, pitched even higher than usual, drew Evie’s attention away from counting. She looked up from her list to see the girl holding a pitcher and a cup, her head thrown back and her gaze fixed on a trio of men up on the roof. Once Sarah heard the men were working on the building, she’d once again begun accompanying Evie and the others on their daily treks to the clearing. In fact, she was usually the first up in the morning, urging the others to hurry with breakfast so they could go. “Are you thirsty, hon?” With a flirty tilt to her head she lifted the cup toward him. Lester descended the ladder faster than a cat chasing a mouse, grinning like an idiot. A few days ago Evie would have spoken sternly to Sarah and the others about distracting the men from their work. It amused her to realize she had stepped into Noah’s role. Now, however, she didn’t feel she had any reason. The restaurant was almost finished, and the jacks had only begun four days ago. She surveyed the building with more than a little satisfaction.
