Spring Flowers, Summer Love. Lois Richer
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Название: Spring Flowers, Summer Love
Автор: Lois Richer
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Love Inspired
isbn: 9781408963388
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“Aren’t you the guy Wall Street applauded for never sleeping?” she asked. “A new deal every day?”
Surprise flickered across his face for an instant before he grinned. “The small-town rumor mill?”
She shook her head, chuckling. “Nothing so juicy. The Internet.”
“Ah.” He nodded. The serious look returned. “Work addicts don’t make for pleasant people, Rowena. Believe me, I know that better than most.”
She didn’t know how to respond. “If you’ve got a bag I’ll put my coat in it, take yours home with me and wash it. I’ll bring it back later, I promise.”
“It wouldn’t be much of a loss if you didn’t,” he mumbled but he handed her a plastic bag from a drawer. Rowena stuffed her coat into it, walked to the door. Her filthy boots sat outside, still covered in muck inside and out.
“Can I borrow those rubber boots of Dad’s back?” she asked.
“I’ll go you one better. These look like a better fit.” He handed her a pair that had to belong to one of his uncles. “I’ll pick you up at six-thirty tomorrow evening, shall I?”
“I can drive,” she told him, refusing to look at his face.
“Yes, but why should you when I’m already driving?”
“Okay. Thanks.”
He waited while she pulled on the jacket he’d lent her, gathered up the bag and pulled open the door.
“I won’t be around much tomorrow,” he said quietly. “Apparently I have to inspect the animals who are to be featured on Wingate’s menu.”
“Oh.” She turned up her nose.
“Exactly my opinion. But it seems the farmer wants to prove I’m getting a very good quality of beef.”
“Have fun.” She giggled, then pulled open the door.
“Rowena?”
“Yes?” She paused; when he didn’t speak she looked at him. All gaiety had leached from his face.
“Stay away from the terraces,” he ordered so softly it could have been a whisper.
“I will.” Something in his eyes compelled her to add, “Thanks for saving my life.”
Before Connor could respond, she scooted down the stairs and hurried over to her truck, squishing her way through the mud.
In spite of herself, she found herself looking forward to tomorrow evening.
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