Mistletoe Mommy. Tanya Michaels

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      “QUINN, DO YOU THINK I have no life?”

      The brunette driving the car stifled a yawn. “It’s not even seven in the morning and my coffee hasn’t kicked in yet. I’m not thinking anything.”

      Brenna stared at the day’s schedule and said nothing. As it was, she couldn’t believe she was letting Josh’s comment from the night before bother her. She’d known going into the summer that she would have next to no free time, and it hadn’t disturbed her then. So why was it eating at her now?

      Because you felt pathetic in front of Adam Varner?

      That was a ludicrous reaction. After all, aside from their paths potentially crossing at the Diner or Mistletoe’s only sizable grocery store, she wasn’t planning to see him again. How he viewed her lifestyle was immaterial.

      “Brenna? Everything okay?” Quinn asked, sounding more alert.

      “Yeah, just ignore me. Everything’s fine—except my car.” The local automobile dealership also rented vehicles, but when she’d called yesterday evening, they’d said she would have to wait until noon to pick one up. That would be useful for her afternoon visits, not so much for the various dogs who’d been home alone since last night and really needed to be let out this morning. “I appreciate your helping me out today.”

      “No problem,” Quinn said. “Honestly, it’s good for me. With school out for the summer, I’ve turned into a bum and sleep in way too late most days. Besides…”

      “Yes?” Brenna prompted.

      Quinn laughed. “I feel like an idiot saying this out loud, but I’m happy for the excuse not to be at home this morning. I hired Gabriel Sloan to do some roof repair for me. I’m lucky that last set of storms didn’t leave me with a living room full of water. Dylan’s pretty handy and does as much work around my half of the duplex as his own, but he and Chloe are away at Hilton Head.” Dylan Echols was coach of the Mistletoe High baseball team; until tryouts in late July, he, like Quinn, had the summer free.

      “Gabe Sloan, huh?” Since the man didn’t own a pet, Brenna didn’t know him very well. But most everyone in Mistletoe knew of him.

      “Yeah. He does great work and you can’t find a fairer price, but I get a little unnerved around him. Not because of the scandal—that’s ancient history and probably got exaggerated in gossip, anyway. It’s just that he’s so intense. Lilah says she’s never noticed.” Lilah Waide was Quinn’s best friend.

      Brenna laughed. “That’s because Lilah’s too wrapped up in that hunky husband of hers to notice anything about other men.”

      “Arianne said that, too. Except she didn’t refer to her brother as ‘hunky.’ But she does think Gabriel is sexy.”

      “Really?”

      Arianne, Lilah’s sister-in-law, had grown up with two older brothers; she was chatty, opinionated and socially fearless. The idea of Ari having a conversation with the brooding loner Gabe Sloan was both vastly entertaining and completely unimaginable.

      “Oh!” Brenna snapped her fingers. “I forgot to ask. How are Rachel and the baby doing?”

      Quinn smiled. “Wonderfully. Arianne called me from the hospital last night to say that Bailey Kathryn Waide is beautiful and that the entire family is already wrapped around her teeny tiny finger. David should be taking home both his ladies this afternoon.”

      “You should have seen him yesterday when he stopped to see if I needed a ride.” Brenna smiled at the memory. She’d gone to school with the eldest Waide sibling; he’d been the valedictorian of her graduating class. “I always thought he was unflappable, but he looked terrified.”

      Quinn rolled to a stop at a red light. “I want to hear more about the guy who did give you a ride. Single dad, huh? Was he good-looking?”

      Oh, yeah. “I suppose. He’s only in town for a few weeks, though.”

      “A lot could happen in that time,” Quinn said playfully. “I don’t want to sound desperate, but I’ve lived here my whole life. I’ve already met most of the local prospects. You ever worry about that?”

      “Umm…” Brenna spent more time worrying about whether she’d met most of the pet-owners in Mistletoe.

      “There are a lot of great guys here in Mistletoe,” Quinn continued. “Even a few that are still single. But if I were going to click with someone, feel that spark, shouldn’t it have happened by now?”

      Brenna tried to think back to her last real relationship, her only serious one since returning to Mistletoe. But it had never gotten as serious as Kevin would have liked. Had there been a definitive spark between her and Kevin Higgs?

      The vet was handsome, definitely, and had been a considerate lover. They’d had common interests and enjoyed each other’s company, but in retrospect, she wasn’t sure her feelings for him had been strong enough to generate real chemistry.

      “The thing about sparks, Quinn, is that they can lead to fire.”

      “Exactly! Igniting passion, that all-consuming heat when you’re around just the right guy.”

      Maybe Quinn would be comfortable with that kind of volatility, but Brenna would be frantically looking around for an extinguisher. “Well, good luck with the chemistry thing. For me, right now all I want is to grow my business and expand my client base.” She’d hoped to start building a nest egg, eventually hire СКАЧАТЬ