A Place to Call Home. Kathryn Springer

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СКАЧАТЬ door. “I hate to rush the tour but I still have a hundred things to do today.”

      “More like a million,” Quinn muttered.

      “Excuse me?” Abby paused on her way out the door.

      “Nothing. Lead on.”

      While Abby took him through the rest of the house, Quinn followed along, taking mental notes along the way. Alex, he discovered, hadn’t been exaggerating. The windows on the first floor were the old-fashioned casement kind that had gone the way of the eight-track tape player. And a chimpanzee with a nail file could have picked the locks on the doors.

      Abby wanted him working on the cabins but Quinn knew he’d have to come up with a plan that would put him alongside Abby at the lodge in order to make the house secure.

      “This bedroom is called Serenity.” Abby paused to open one of the doors. “I finished painting the trim this morning.”

      “This morning?” Quinn raised an eyebrow. He’d pulled in to the driveway at nine. “What time this morning?”

      Abby tucked her full lower lip between her teeth before answering the question. “Mmm. I think it was around four.”

      “Four o’clock in the morning?”

      One slim shoulder lifted. “And some people think insomnia is a bad thing.”

      Quinn didn’t comment because he was trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Abby had been up before dawn. Working. He could relate. He’d done the same thing after he’d moved back to Mirror Lake. Slept a little, worked a lot. Especially because his father, in his final months, hadn’t bothered to put money into anything other than the cash register at the local liquor store.

      “So what do you think? Does it live up to its name?”

      Abby’s question yanked him back from the edge of those memories and he looked past her into the bedroom.

      Quinn had expected Abby to copy the more popular rustic decor—characterized by an overabundance of largemouth bass and whitetail deer—used in other places that catered to tourists.

      Instead, by combining cool blues and soft greens, Abby had brought the outdoors inside. And in the process, provided a comfortable oasis guaranteed to instantly lower a person’s blood pressure.

      “Very serene.” Quinn’s own blood pressure didn’t agree with the assessment. Not with Abby standing close enough that he caught the faintest whiff of…cinnamon?…in the air. Not exactly a designer fragrance but oddly appealing. “Where is your room?” he asked abruptly.

      Abby blinked. “On the third floor. I didn’t want to take up space the guests could use. Plus, there’s an enclosed, private staircase leading up to it, so I have my own entrance.”

      “There’s a third floor?” Considering the two levels of windows on the house, Quinn wouldn’t have guessed the house had an additional story.

      “It’s more like an attic, really, but if you don’t count the cabins, I have the best view of the lake.”

      Quinn debated whether he should ask her to prove it but decided to wait for another time. When Abby was occupied with something else he’d take a look at it.

      “Speaking of the cabins, maybe you should show me the one I’ll be staying in so I can start unloading some of my things.”

      “The cabin you’ll be staying in?” Abby echoed. “What do you mean?”

      “I’ll be living on-site until Daniel gets back. Didn’t he mention that?”

      “No.” Abby’s eyes darkened with an emotion Quinn couldn’t quite identify. “As a matter of fact, he didn’t.”

      Chapter Two

      “Is there a problem?”

      Definitely more than one, Abby thought as she tried to tamp down her rising panic.

      She might have been rambling on like a cruise director who’d downed a shot of espresso, but she thought she’d done a pretty good job hiding her emotions after Quinn O’Halloran introduced himself as the new carpenter. But once again the man had thrown her completely off balance.

      “You can’t stay…here. I don’t know what Daniel was thinking if he told you differently.”

      “Why not?” Quinn leaned against the door frame and tucked his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.

      Why not?

      Abby wasn’t sure how to respond to the question. Was she being silly? Or worse yet, paranoid? Daniel had assured her that the carpenter he was sending over had worked with him before and came with excellent references. But having Quinn O’Halloran working on the property and having him living on the property were two different things entirely.

      Over the past month, she and Daniel had settled into a pleasant routine. Abby concentrated on renovations in the main lodge while he tackled the cabins. During their lunch break, Abby coaxed Daniel to sample the results of a new recipe while the elderly carpenter entertained her with stories about small town life. His off-key whistle provided comforting background music in the late afternoon when Abby moved outside to weed the flowerbeds.

      She couldn’t shake the feeling that Quinn’s presence wouldn’t be quite so comforting.

      “You must have a place of your own,” she stammered.

      “I live a few miles north of town, so I would have a half hour’s commute every day,” Quinn said. “Look at it this way—I can put in longer days if I’m staying on-site. Shave some time off the project. Nothing against Daniel, but I work a little faster than he does.”

      “I don’t—”

      “And I could use the hours.”

      Abby’s protest died in her throat. Quinn’s voice had remained neutral but the subtle tightening of his jaw told her the admission had cost him. She felt a stab of guilt, knowing her hesitance had forced him to confess that he needed the extra income.

      She could pay his mileage…

      Just as she opened her mouth to make the offer, another thought pushed its way in.

      Was it possible that Quinn was, in a roundabout way, an answer to her prayers? The grand opening was scheduled for the beginning of August but even Daniel had been skeptical they’d make the deadline. Abby planned to focus her attention for the next few weeks on the great room but several of the cabins still needed work. If Quinn finished remodeling them, she could be at capacity opening weekend.

      Just because God hadn’t answered her prayer in the way she expected didn’t mean that He hadn’t answered it.

      Okay, God, I’m going to assume Your hand is in this.

      Abby forced a smile. “You might be ready to escape at the end of the day once you see what kind of shape the cabins are in.”

      “I’ll stay until the job is finished.” СКАЧАТЬ