Lakeside Romance. Lisa Jordan

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      A sense of anticipation tickled her sternum.

      She took another sip of her tea, then set it on the counter.

      Shouldn’t that popcorn be almost done?

      Sarah glanced at the microwave. Smoke blackened the door. She wrenched it open. Gray billows escaped and spiraled toward the ceiling. She coughed at the acrid smell burning her nostrils and throat.

      Burrowing her nose into the collar of her sweatshirt, she grabbed a dish towel and waved the smoke away so she could pull out the charred bag. Heat burned her fingers as she tossed the smoking mess into the sink and turned on the water.

      Sarah glanced at the timer on the microwave. Instead of three minutes, she had added an extra zero.

      Way to go.

      A shrill sound pierced the air.

      She threw open the window over the sink, then darted across the room to wave the dish towel in front of the smoke alarm to stop the offending sound before it woke up the neighborhood.

      Her arm ached as she stretched on tiptoes and flapped the towel like a hyperactive bird. Once the noise stopped, she sagged against the wall and blew out puffed cheeks.

      Heavy footsteps thundering up the stairs and a pounding on her front door jerked her to her feet. A male voice yelled through the steel door. “Open up!”

      Heart hammering, she dropped the towel in the sink and raced to the door, then threw it open.

      A man stood at the top of the landing dressed in a wrinkled T-shirt, jeans and bare feet. His dark brown hair looked as if he tamed it with a garden rake. Shadows darkened his jaw. With one arm braced against her door frame, he stared at her with eyes the color of faded denim. His nostrils flared as his chest heaved and lips thinned.

      She was in so much trouble.

      Silently begging her racing heart to settle down, Sarah cleared her throat. “May I help you?” One shaky hand on the doorknob, she rested the other against the frame, shielding the opening with her body.

      “Do you always answer the door without checking to see who it is?”

      “No. Not usually. I just...well, it’s been kind of a crazy night. I wasn’t thinking—”

      He cut her off by stepping forward and trying to shoulder past her into the apartment.

      “Excuse me. What are you doing? You can’t come in here.” With her heartbeat pounding in her ears, she closed the door partially to block his entrance.

      As if she could even take him if he tried to push his way in.

      “Where’s the fire?” As if realizing what he was doing, the man stepped back, but he reached for her wrist. “The fire department’s already on its way. You need to get out where it’s safe.”

      She pulled her hand out of his grasp. Heat crawled up her neck.

      Could this night get any worse?

      Sirens screamed down the street, becoming louder as they stopped in front of the house. Lights flashed in the darkness at the bottom of her steps.

      “There’s no fire. I overcooked my popcorn.” Sarah jerked a thumb over her shoulder and nodded toward the kitchen.

      “Popcorn?” He rubbed a hand over his face, then shook head. “My alarm went off for popcorn? You can’t be serious.”

      His alarm?

      Wait a minute. Didn’t Mary Seaver, who showed her the place in her grandson’s absence, mention interconnecting smoke alarms between the downstairs and upstairs apartments? So that would make this man her downstairs neighbor...and landlord.

      Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

      * * *

      After dealing with flight delays, crossing a couple of time zones and spending a week away from work at a real-estate conference, all Alec wanted was a decent night’s sleep. But, apparently, that wasn’t going to happen tonight.

      With hands jammed in his front pockets and bare feet, Alec stood on the sidewalk next to his new neighbor as the fire crew double-checked the upstairs apartment. He tried to tell them it was nothing more than burned popcorn, but since the security company had notified them, they needed to do their own investigation.

      And he knew that.

      But that did little to settle the memories the alarm had awakened in his mind. He forced even breaths into his lungs and exhaled slowly to calm his hammering heart. He could attribute his sweat-slicked skin to the thick-as-fog humidity.

      A sweeping glance down the street showed nosy neighbors standing in their yards, gawking at the activity going on in front of his house.

      Exactly what he hated—people in his business.

      His bones sagged as his eyes burned with fatigue. The pounding in his skull didn’t help, either.

      Why had Gran rented the upstairs apartment to a scatterbrain?

      She’d called him to say a sweet, responsible girl from her church was looking for an apartment for the summer. Despite his hesitation at renting to someone without meeting her first and for only a short time, he’d given in, trusting Gran’s judgment. Look where that’d gotten him. With a signed lease and three months’ rent paid in advance, he was stuck with the popcorn burner.

      His new neighbor—what was her name again?—glanced at him and stuck out her hand. “I’m really sorry for causing so much trouble. I’m Sarah, by the way. Sarah Sullivan. I promise not to be a problem in the future.”

      Her smile revealed even, white teeth and emphasized her high cheekbones. The streetlights haloed her short dark hair that stood out at all angles. The top of her head didn’t even come to his shoulder. She didn’t look old enough to be out of high school, let alone living on her own. Something about her seemed familiar, but in his brain-fogged state, he couldn’t place where he’d seen her.

      He shook her hand quickly, then released it. “Alec. And that’s good to know. I like sleeping at night. You related to Caleb Sullivan?”

      “Yes, he’s my brother.”

      That was how he knew her. “He’s a good man.”

      “The best.” She looked at him and cocked her head. “Didn’t you play at his wedding a couple of weeks ago?”

      “I did.”

      The image of her walking down the aisle in the pale blue halter dress clicked into place.

      Billy Lynn, Shelby Lake’s battalion chief on duty and Alec’s brother-in-law, strode over to them and clapped Alec on the shoulder. “All’s clear. I’ll phone it in to the СКАЧАТЬ