Heron's Landing. JoAnn Ross

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СКАЧАТЬ folks around here still claim it’s haunted,” he said, taking her arm as he led her up the steps to the front door.

      “Some folks also claim Bigfoot’s out there roaming around in the woods,” Brianna countered. “And if you believe the supermarket tabloids, actual sparkly vampires exist in Forks.”

      “True. But a couple who bought it three years ago believed the stories enough to hire a Ghostbuster.”

      She looked up at him. “You’re kidding.”

      “Nope. Not to get rid of her, but to connect on some ethereal plane. They wanted a self-proclaimed paranormal investigator to make sure she didn’t mind them living in her space.”

      “I guess she told them that she did mind? Since they didn’t finish the project?”

      “I’ve no idea since I didn’t ask and they didn’t tell.”

      “I never really believed in her,” Brianna said. “Or, more, I never saw any proof. But I never disbelieved, either.”

      “Whichever, they were arrested for running a Ponzi scheme disguised as a hedge fund and the property was seized by the government.” Leaving his bank account to take a huge hit when he’d been forced to pay for the materials and subcontractors out of his own pocket.

      “Last summer it was bought at auction by a couple of doctors from the Bay Area who got tired of the San Francisco rat race and decided it would be fun to run a bed-and-breakfast. We’d barely started working on the interior when the docs realized what living in a construction zone would feel like. As their costs escalated, they got a divorce and bailed on the deal by declaring bankruptcy. We’re far enough down the debtor’s list, I doubt we’ll ever see a dime.”

      “It sounds as if this place has turned into a money pit for you.”

      “Enough that Dad decided the house may not be haunted, but it’s definitely cursed.”

      Having to listen to his father’s nonstop bitching about Seth letting them get shafted, not once, but twice, had been the worst part of the deals. He’d have to remember to be outside when he told his old man about their new client. Because Ben Harper was flat-out going to hit the roof.

      He wondered how much he should tell her about his parent’s separation, then decided, what the hell. Since she’d undoubtedly hear about his family’s domestic drama soon enough, he might as well let her know right off the bat.

      “There is one thing that might cause a problem, so if you’re going to be around the house during work hours—”

      “That would be my plan.”

      “Then you need to know that my parents are currently separated.”

      “Oh.” She tilted her head. “I’m sorry. That must be difficult for you. Being in the middle.”

      “It’s not a walk in the park. But the reason I’m telling you up front is that it might concern you, too.”

      “Really? Why?”

      “Because my mom’s dating again.”

      “I guess that’s a good thing? For her, anyway.”

      “It seems to be. But here’s what could be a problem...the guy she’s seeing is your uncle.”

      “Uncle Mike?”

      “Yeah. I don’t know how serious things have gotten between them, but I had dinner with them at Leaf—which is this new vegetarian place that’s opened up since the last time you were here—”

      “I saw the building. Near the park. Did you do the work?”

      “Yeah. They hired a designer for the interior decorator stuff, but I drew up the plans and did the construction part of the job.”

      “You’re awfully modest for a man who won an award for environmental historical renovation and remodeling.”

      “Sounds like you really checked out the town’s website.”

      “As I said, I’ve been homesick. I saw your award. That’s impressive.”

      He shrugged. “There’s a lot happening in the historical environmental field right now,” he said, shaking off the cloud that had returned to hang over them. “I enjoy attending seminars on the various views and options.”

      Not wanting her to think he was blowing his own horn, something his dad had taught him at an early age Harpers didn’t do, he didn’t tell her that he’d given a lot of those seminars himself. Just like they weren’t that generous with compliments, Harper men weren’t that good with accepting them. Another possible reason his mother seemed so attracted to Mike Mannion, who appeared to hand them out like penny candy.

      Once again, Seth was forced to consider the idea that his parents’ separation could well become permanent. Then, once again, he reminded himself that they were adults and their relationship, whatever the hell it was or wasn’t these days, was none of his business.

      “Anyway, getting back to Dad, he might not be all that cooperative.”

      “Believe me,” she said on a laugh, “in the hospitality business you learn to deal with uncooperative people. Many of whom are males.”

      Her rich, warm laugh caused a tug of something he’d thought he’d never feel again. Something that was too close to desire for comfort. Which was why Seth immediately shut it down. Even if he were looking for any kind of relationship, which he wasn’t, getting involved with his wife’s best friend would just be too weird.

      Which made Brianna Mannion definitely off-limits.

      As he used his key to open the lockbox on the door, Seth reminded himself that he’d be wise to remember that.

       CHAPTER EIGHT

      HE HADN’T BEEN EXAGGERATING. However, from what he and Kylee had told her, Brianna had expected the cobwebs, mouse droppings and graffiti she remembered from those youthful days of breaking in. The graffiti was still there on the unfortunately ugly wallpapered foyer walls, but the only thing covering the floors was taped-down paper, sawdust and a few scattered nails. Scaffolding and sawhorses supporting long pieces of Sheetrock as tabletops took up much of the covered floors.

      “The interior walls are all gone.” That had been a spooky, but in a weird way, fun thing about the house. Going from parlor to parlor, never knowing what lurked around a corner. Pipes and wires between studs were all that remained.

      Broad shoulders lifted and fell in what appeared to be a resigned shrug. “They thought open concept on the first floor would make for a communal experience.”

      “I can’t argue with that. Especially when you’re hosting a group that wants to spend time together. But they seem to have overdone the concept.”

      “Again, we’re in full agreement.”

      “Could you put some walls back in?”

      “Sure. СКАЧАТЬ