The Bachelor Next Door. Kathryn Springer
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Название: The Bachelor Next Door

Автор: Kathryn Springer

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

Серия: Castle Falls

isbn: 9781472072450

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Yellow plaid wallpaper and…sheep. Dozens of them, stenciled from floor to ceiling on all four walls and grazing between the cupboards.

      By the time Lily walked into the living room and saw the tangerine walls, she decided this was going to be fun. The interior might be a bit outdated, but overall, the house had a personality as warm and inviting as a flannel shirt in January.

      She opened the last door at the end of the hall and felt a jolt of surprise.

      Sparse and utilitarian, the only furnishings were a navy blue wingback chair and a desk that, oddly enough, didn’t face the row of windows overlooking the river. Unlike the rest of the rooms, there were no houseplants or knickknacks on the shelves. No pictures on the walls. Even though Lily had never met Sonia, she couldn’t imagine the woman spending her days in an office that lacked the warmth of the rest of her home.

      Lily smiled.

      She’d start the transformation here.

      * * *

      Brendan was late.

      True, he probably shouldn’t have scheduled an appointment on the day his mother had to be at the airport, but there should have been plenty of time for both…if Brendan hadn’t been forced to take a detour because of road construction. And if the detour hadn’t been a back road with more twists and turns than a corn maze. Which meant Domita Peterson had probably gotten tired of waiting for him and left.

      He hadn’t been able to reach her by phone, not an uncommon occurrence given the unreliable cell-phone reception in the area. Ordinarily, Liam and Aiden would have been available to greet a potential customer, but they’d left that morning for a weekend-long camping trip to test one of Liam’s new designs.

      Brendan could only hope Mrs. Peterson had more patience than he did.

      The frustration he’d been battling distilled into relief at the sight of an unfamiliar vehicle parked in the driveway. As he pulled up next to it and got out of the car, a woman rounded the corner of the house.

      A young woman.

      When Domita Peterson had called to request a meeting, she’d mentioned that she wanted to give her husband a canoe as a gift for his retirement. Brendan hadn’t anticipated she would be in her mid-twenties, closer to his age than his mother’s. With a face and figure guaranteed to draw a second glance.

      Although the combination of faded jeans, a bright pink T-shirt and golden-blond hair separated into two ponytails made her look more girl-next-door than trophy wife.

      “I’m sorry I’m late.” Brendan kept his expression neutral.

      Reminded himself that the woman’s personal business wasn’t any of his. “Why don’t we go inside, where it’s cooler?”

      The woman’s eyes, an unusual shade of blue-violet that reminded Brendan of the wildflowers that carpeted the woods every spring, widened in response to the suggestion.

      Maybe she’d been expecting that the Castle Falls Outfitters’ office would be housed in something other than a…house. It wouldn’t be the first time a potential customer had a difficult time reconciling the craftsmanship of their work with the place where they worked.

      Brendan made it halfway down the sidewalk when he realized this potential customer wasn’t following him. He glanced over his shoulder.

      “Is something wrong?”

      “I…I think you have me confused with someone else.”

      Brendan frowned. “Aren’t you Domita Peterson? My six o’clock appointment?”

      The woman shook her head, and the movement sent the twin ponytails dancing.

      “I’m Lily Michaels—the painter. And you are…”

      Someone who plans to have a little chat with his mother as soon as possible, Brendan thought grimly.

      Except that he couldn’t. Because at that very moment, Sunni was on a cruise ship bound for the Caribbean.

      Chapter Two

      Lily waited for the man to fill in the blank.

      He didn’t look dangerous, but a girl couldn’t be too careful nowadays. Dark hair. Eyes the velvet-blue of an evening sky. The chiseled features would have been improved by a smile, but he was attractive in a brooding, Mr. Darcy kind of way.

      “Brendan Kane,” he finally said.

      Now it looked as if he was waiting for something. Lily stitched the pieces of their brief conversation together in her mind, trying to make sense of them. He’d apologized for being late. And the flash of disbelief in his eyes when she’d introduced herself meant that he’d been expecting someone else—a Domita Somebody or Another.

      “Did you have an appointment with one of Sonia Mason’s employees?” she ventured. “Because I think everyone left for the day.”

      “Not all of them.” A wry smile kicked up the corner of his lips, and Lily felt a corresponding kick in the general vicinity of her heart. Flustered, she lowered her gaze—and spotted the logo embroidered on the pocket of his polo shirt.

      Castle Falls Outfitters.

      Brendan Kane was one of the employees.

      “I…” Feel like an idiot? “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you worked for Sonia Mason, too. She hired me a few weeks ago to do some painting while she’s on vacation, but I’m afraid I don’t know much about her business.” Lily forced a smile. “I should have asked more questions.”

      “You aren’t the only one,” he muttered.

      She wasn’t sure how to decipher the cryptic statement, but something in Brendan Kane’s tone told her that he wasn’t pleased by the situation. Was he afraid she was going to get in his way?

      Or was he the type of person who thought her type of work was unnecessary? Frivolous?

      Anyone can splash paint on a wall, Lily. You’re wasting your talents…and your time. If you take a leave of absence now, someone else is going to take your place. Everything you’ve worked to accomplish will be gone.

      Her father’s parting words had left their mark. In Nolan Michaels’s world, the number of hours a person worked, combined with the number of digits that made up their annual salary, equaled success. The fact that Lily was being considered for a promotion had made it even more difficult for him to understand.

      It didn’t even seem to matter that Lily’s change in careers, in order to help out a friend in need, was temporary.

      If only her father had seen the expression on Shelby’s face when Lily had offered to take over her custom painting until she regained her strength after being diagnosed with Lyme disease.

      Hope.

      Lily folded the memory into a smile and tucked it away for safekeeping.

      She’d made the right decision.

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