The Secret Sister. Brenda Novak

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      Pretend you don’t have a clue who he is and maybe he won’t recognize you, she told herself. He’d been so drunk that night she thought she had a chance—until their eyes connected and he hesitated midstride.

      He definitely recognized her. Shit... “Something I can help you with?” he asked.

      “There is if you have the key.” Grateful that he didn’t immediately give away their previous involvement, she pointed at the door.

      “You’re Josephine Lazarow’s daughter,” he said.

      She nodded politely but indifferently. “Yes. My name’s Maisey. And I’d like to see this unit.”

      He smiled at Keith. “Good to see you again.”

      “You, too. Sorry to come by out of the blue. We didn’t want you to think there was anything going on when we passed your place. It’s just that my sister’s considering moving into one of the bungalows for—”

      Maisey felt certain he was about to say “for some strange reason,” and jumped in to finish the sentence for him. “The next few months.”

      When Rafe’s golden-brown eyes returned to her, Maisey noticed that the acne he’d had as a teenager was gone. Other than a five-o’clock shadow, his skin was smooth and clear and almost as golden as his eyes. He’d also added quite a bit of muscle, mainly in the arms and shoulders, which made him look powerful. His dark hair, although shorter, retained a bit of curl at the ends, and thick black lashes framed his eyes.

      The years had been kind to him, and he’d had more in the looks department than most men to start with.

      “You mean after they’re rehabbed?” he said.

      “No. Now,” she clarified. “I understand they need work. But as long as the place isn’t going to fall off its stilts or give way under my feet, I can make do. Or would you suggest another unit?”

      “This one’s in the best shape,” he said. “I’d say you’re in the right place as far as that goes. But there’s nothing inside any of them.”

      She ignored his bemused expression. “Keith tells me there’s furniture in the end unit. He’ll help me retrieve what I need. The utilities are on, aren’t they?”

      “They were off until I had them turned back on last week. I figured I’d need power and water for the construction work. But—” Rafe motioned toward his own bungalow, even though they couldn’t see it for the distance and the trees “—it only took me two weeks to fix mine up. Wouldn’t you rather give me a chance to get this ready for you?”

      “That’s okay. My mother wouldn’t want me to distract you from the seaside cottages. And I’d prefer not to wait. As long as you don’t mind a slight change of plans, I’d be happy to do some of the work myself—cleaning and painting and small repairs. None of which will affect your contract.”

      He seemed at a loss as to why she’d be willing to do that. “If it’s what you want.”

      He had to be wondering why she wasn’t moving into Coldiron House. Most people would expect her to stay in her family home. There was a certain cachet that went along with being a Lazarow and living in the mansion her grandfather had built. But the townspeople who envied her didn’t realize how difficult Josephine was, and that money and family history could only make up for so much.

      Fortunately, Rafe didn’t come right out and ask why she preferred a water-damaged bungalow. He seemed to be a man who knew when to keep his mouth shut.

      She gestured at Unit 6. “Would you mind letting us in?”

      “Not at all.” He withdrew a ring of keys from his pocket and led them up the steps to the front porch, where they waited while he unlocked the door and swung it open. “Here you go.”

      The turpentine and other chemicals that’d been used so far wafted out. “Smells clean,” she said.

      “I sprayed for mold and mildew.”

      “Clean?” Keith wrinkled his nose as he walked in. “It stinks. Are you sure you wouldn’t be more comfortable at the house?”

      Maisey followed her brother. “Positive.”

      Rafe brought up the rear, then stood off to one side while they wandered around. It wasn’t until Keith went down the hall to the bedroom, and she was in the kitchen taking stock of the appliances she’d need and whether the stove and microwave still worked, that he approached her. And then, thank God, he lowered his voice.

      “You’ve grown up.” His smile reached his eyes, which suggested romantic interest and took her off guard. She hadn’t had a man smile at her in quite that way for some time. Or maybe she’d just been too caught up in the pain caused by her divorce to notice.

      “And I’ve learned a few things along the way.” She stepped into the opening to make sure Keith wasn’t coming back yet. Then she took a deep breath. “Look, I’m sorry for how I behaved when we met. I was...unbelievably forward.”

      “I’m not holding that against you,” he said. “We’ve all done things we wish we hadn’t.”

      She let her breath out slowly. “Thank you for understanding.”

      “Of course.” His expression turned to one of chagrin as he rubbed his neck. “I was a little out of control myself back then. Being a punk and rebelling against the world.”

      “You seem to have recovered nicely.”

      His smile slanted to one side. “I like to think I’ve matured.”

      “That makes two of us who’ve matured. We’re different people these days. So...if you’re willing, I say we forget the past. Agreed?”

      “The way we met might be hard to forget,” he teased. “But I understand you have a reputation to uphold. I won’t breathe a word of it. I’d never do that to you, anyway.”

      She smoothed her tunic. “I’m grateful.”

      “No problem. Maybe we can just...start over.”

      What did that mean? Start over how? “Excuse me?” she said.

      He slid his hands in his pockets and leaned against the counter. “You’re not with someone, are you? I don’t see a ring...”

      Once again, she felt the absence of the gold band that had resided on her wedding finger for so many years. “No, not anymore.”

      “Then will you let me take you to dinner sometime?”

      The way his shoulders lifted slightly seemed endearingly boyish, as if he really didn’t want her to say no. But she hadn’t expected this and wasn’t prepared for it. “That would be impossible,” she said. “I appreciate the offer, though.”

      When she rejected him so quickly and unequivocally, he looked a little deflated. “Are you that sure you won’t like me?”

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