New Year, New Man. Natalie Anderson
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Название: New Year, New Man
Автор: Natalie Anderson
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon By Request
isbn: 9781474081344
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“I know what it’s like to want a place to call home,” Sara said quietly, her attention focused completely on Claire. Her eyes had gentled in a way that made his heartbeat race. For a moment, he wished she’d look at him with that soft gaze.
Claire blew out a pent-up breath and gave Sara a shy smile, not the sarcastic sneer she typically bestowed on him. His heart melted at both her innocence and how much she reminded him of another girl he’d once tried to protect.
Sara returned the smile and his pulse leaped to a full gallop. Don’t go there, he reminded himself. Not with that one.
“Can you give your dad and me time to talk?” Sara asked. “To work things out? Maybe you could show April around.” She pulled her friend forward. “She’s into nature and stuff.”
“Come on,” April said. “Can we walk to the pond I saw on the way in?”
Claire nodded. “It’s quicker to go out the back.”
As she passed, Josh moved to give his daughter a hug. She shrugged away from his grasp. One step at a time. He’d seen her smile, even if it wasn’t at him.
“Thanks,” he said when the back door clicked. “I’m sure we can—”
“Cut the bull.”
So much for the soft gaze.
She folded her arms across her chest. Josh forced himself to keep his eyes on her face.
“I don’t want to hurt your kid, but I don’t have time to play Swiss Family Robinson for the summer. I need money and I need it now. If you want to make a deal, what do you have to offer?”
His adrenaline from a moment ago turned to anger and frustration. “I put everything I had into buying the land and fixing up the place. I’ve paid for marketing, a website, direct mail. We’ve got a real chance of making this work.” He raked his hands through his hair. “It has to work.”
“I’m not about to...” She stopped and cocked her head.
“What? Not about to what?”
“Do you hear that?”
A sudden sound of pounding filled the air.
“That sounds like—”
He turned as Buster, his oversize bloodhound, charged down the hall, galloping toward the kitchen.
“Buster, sit.” The dog slid across the hardwood floor and ran smack into Josh’s legs, all enormous paws and wiggly bottom.
“Buster’s harmless.”
He looked back at Sara, now crouched on the butcher-block counter with wide eyes. “Keep that thing away from me.”
He felt a momentary pang of sympathy for her obvious fear, then glanced at Buster and smiled. “Looks like I’ve got you right where I want you, Hollywood Barbie.”
So much for being cool, calm and in control.
“This isn’t funny.” Sara hated that her voice trembled.
Josh bent to rub the giant beast’s belly. The dog was deep brown with a wide ring of black fur around the middle of its back. Its eyes were dark, at least what she could see under the wrinkles that covered its head. It yawned, displaying a mouth full of teeth and flopped onto the wood floor. One pancake-size ear flipped over his snout. Outstretched, it was nearly as long as she was.
“This is Buster,” Josh said with a laugh. “He wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
“That dog looks like he could eat me for breakfast.”
“Lucky for you, it’s nearly lunch.”
“You are so not helping here.”
“I like you better up there. You’re not chewing me out.”
“I wasn’t chewing—” She stopped and met his gaze, now lit with humor. “You’re living in my house.”
“I explained that.”
“I need to sell it.”
“Sell it to me.” He stepped closer. “At the end of the summer.”
Fear had taken most of the fight out of her. “What am I supposed to do in the meantime?”
He held out a hand. “You could start by climbing off the counter.”
She watched Buster, who’d begun to snore. “I don’t like dogs.”
Josh’s low chuckle rumbled through her. “I never would have guessed.”
She didn’t move from the counter. “The fourth season of the show, I got a dog.” She closed her eyes at the memory. “My character, Jenna, got a dog. It hated me on sight. The first day on set it bit me. Twice. I wanted to get rid of it, but the director’s girlfriend was the dog trainer. She said it could sense my fear. That it was my fault the dog growled every time I came anywhere near it. Of course, the thing loved Amanda. Everyone loved Amanda.”
“Who’s Amanda?”
“Amanda Morrison.”
“The movie star?”
“Highest-paid woman in Hollywood three years running. Back in the day, she was my sidekick on the show.”
She expected a crack about how far the mighty had fallen. He asked, “How long was the dog around?”
“Lucky for me, the director was as big of a jerk with girlfriends as he was with me. By the end of the season, the dog was gone.”
“Did it ever warm up to you?”
She shook her head. “I got faster at moving away after a scene. I never realized how much my fingers resemble bite-size sausages.” She blew out a breath. “Animals and me, we don’t mesh.”
She looked away from the sleeping dog, surprised to find Josh standing next to her beside the kitchen island.
This close, she could see that his dark brown eyes were flecked with gold. A thin web of lines fanned out from the corner of them. He was tall, well over six feet, with broad shoulders that tapered into a muscled chest under his thin white T-shirt. Unlike most guys in Southern California, Josh didn’t look like he’d gotten his shape with an expensive gym membership or fancy trainers. He’d clearly worked for it. Real sweat kind of work. He wasn’t bulky, but solid. Although he wore faded cargo pants and gym shoes, he still gave off a definite cowboy Mr. Darcy air.
If Mr. Darcy had an unnervingly sexy shadow of stubble across his jaw, a small scar above his right eyebrow and a bit of a crook in his nose like he’d met the wrong end of a СКАЧАТЬ