Building Dreams. Ginna Gray

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “Forget it. When I want a woman I know where to find one. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with my outlook.”

      “Wanna bet,” Reilly muttered, trailing his brother into the kitchen.

      Between the three of them, the McCall men quickly devoured the whole box of donuts. A short time later they clattered down the stairs and headed for the parking lot amid laughter and good-natured jibes.

      Just as they reached Ryan’s Jeep Cherokee, an older economy car towing a rental trailer pulled into the parking lot and sputtered to a stop a few feet away. Mike’s face lit up.

      “Hey, look! It’s Mrs. Benson!”

      Ryan groaned and tried to stop him but he was too late. His son rushed over to the car and leaned down beside the driver’s window before the woman could kill the engine.

      “Hi, Mrs. Benson. Ms. Sutherland,” Mike added, sparing the woman in the passenger seat a quick glance. “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.” Grinning, he glanced over his shoulder and motioned eagerly to his father and uncle. “C’mere’n meet Mrs. Benson, Dad. You too, Uncle Reilly.”

      Ryan gritted his teeth, but he had no choice. Reilly, who needed no second urging where women were concerned, was already sauntering toward the car. Ryan followed him reluctantly.

      Beaming, Mike made the introductions.

      “I’m delighted to meet you,” the woman behind the wheel said, smiling up at Ryan. “And please, do call me Tess. We’re neighbors now, after all.”

      Ignoring her outstretched hand, Ryan responded with a curt nod, then deliberately looked away, his expression stony.

      Whatever his greeting lacked in courtesy, his brother’s more than made up for in charm. With a hand braced on the car door Reilly leaned down and flashed his most devastating smile. “Morning, ladies.” His gaze slid back and forth between the two women, and he sighed dramatically. “I swear, it just isn’t fair. This brother of mine has always had the devil’s own luck. Imagine having two beauties like you move in right next door. Nothing like that ever happens to me.”

      “Oh, brother.” Rolling her eyes, Amanda gave a disgusted snort and scooted down in her seat. Arms crossed tightly beneath her breasts, she stared straight ahead.

      Tess’s uncertain gaze flickered from Ryan’s rigid face to his brother’s smiling one. “Uh…I’m afraid you’re mistaken, Mr. McCall—”

      “Reilly,” he insisted with an affable grin.

      “Uh…Reilly. You see, I’m the only one who’ll be living here. Amanda is merely giving me a hand.”

      “Really. Hey, in that case, perhaps I can talk your friend into moving into my building?”

      “Don’t hold your breath,” Amanda muttered, but she didn’t deign to look at him.

      Reilly grinned. His eyes twinkled as they roved over Amanda’s stiff profile. “Say aren’t you…Of course! Amanda Sutherland. I thought you looked familiar. You’re a roving reporter for Channel Five, aren’t you?”

      “That’s right.”

      “I’m a big fan. Maybe we can get together sometime so I can tell you how much I admire your work. Say…over dinner tonight?”

      Amanda cut her eyes around, giving him a look that would have shriveled most men. Reilly McCall’s grin widened.

      “I’m busy.”

      “How about tomorrow night?”

      “No.”

      “The night after that?”

      Amanda shook her head.

      Ryan shifted impatiently and made a point of checking his watch. “The woman’s not interested, Reilly, so count yourself lucky and come on. We have to get to the park.” He gave Tess another curt nod and turned and walked back to his own car without another word.

      “It was nice meeting you,” Tess called after him, but his only response was to yell to his son to shake a leg.

      Crestfallen, Mike gazed after his father. He sent Tess an apologetic look. “Gee, I’m sorry, Mrs. Benson. Dad doesn’t really mean to be rude. He’s got a lot on his mind, is all.”

      “That’s all right, Mike. I understand.”

      His father hollered again, and Mike darted away toward the Cherokee. “Don’t forget,” he called back over his shoulder. “I’ll be over as soon as the game ends.”

      He had barely tumbled into the back seat when his father reversed out of the parking space and sent the utility vehicle shooting out of the lot.

      Ryan’s expression did not encourage conversation, but Mike was too upset to care.

      “Shoot, Dad. Why’d you have to go and act that way to Tess?” he demanded glumly.

      “Yeah, Hoss.” Reilly’s eyes twinkled with devilment. “I’d like to know that, too. You were a real jerk back there. If a looker like Tess Benson moved into my building I sure wouldn’t bite her head off. I’d woo her with soft words and flowers.” He waggled his eyebrows. “You’d be surprised how far a little sweet talk can get you.”

      “Ah, knock it off, Uncle Reilly,” Mike snapped, surprising both men. “Tess isn’t that kind of woman.”

      “Hey, Mike…buddy. What gives? I didn’t mean any—”

      “Oh, just forget it.” Flouncing back in the seat, Mike stared out the window, his young face sulky.

      The two brothers exchanged a baffled look and fell silent.

      Mike didn’t say a word all the way to the ball park, but he was never able to stay angry for long. When they arrived and he spotted his teammates he let out a whoop and rushed off to greet them, his pique forgotten.

      “Now, what do you suppose that was all about?” Reilly mused.

      Ryan stared after his son, a worried frown drawing his thick eyebrows together. “Beats me.”

      For several seconds the two women sat in Tess’s car, staring after the McCalls’ departing vehicle.

      “Well,” Amanda huffed. “He certainly won’t win the good neighbor award. That man’s about as warm and friendly as a coiled rattlesnake. Who would’ve guessed that a sweet boy like Mike would have a father like that.”

      “He was rather abrupt.”

      “Abrupt! The man was downright rude.”

      “Yes…well…maybe we shouldn’t be too quick to judge him. It could be that he’s just having a bad day or something.”

      Amanda groaned and rolled her eyes. “I swear, Tess Benson, you are the most tolerant, good-natured, incurably optimistic person I’ve ever known. It’s disgusting. The man is mannerless and abrasive. СКАЧАТЬ