Harlequin Special Edition October 2015, Box Set 1 of 2 by Christine Rimmer Read Free Book Online Page A

assistant send her flowers just to freak her out, but something else again for him to show up on her doorstep in person.
    Wasn’t going to happen. He was just being a jerk, an activity at which he excelled.
    God. She had married him. How could she have been such an utter, complete fool?
    Back in the house, she changed into jeans and a tank top. Then she took her time cooking an excellent dinner of fresh broiled trout with lemon butter, green beans and slivered almonds and her favorite salad of field greens, blueberries, Gorgonzola cheese and toasted walnuts, with a balsamic vinaigrette.
    When it was ready, she set the table with her best dishes, lit a candle, poured herself a glass of really nice sauvignon blanc and sat down. She ate slowly, savoring every delicious bite.
    A little later, she took a long scented bath and put on a comfy sleep shirt and shorts. Even after the bath, she was still buzzing with anger at the loser she’d once had the bad judgment to marry. Streaming a movie or reading a book was not going to settle her down. She needed a serious distraction.
    So she went to the cozy room on the lower floor that she used as a home office and lost herself in the plans for Quinn’s house. Within a few minutes of sitting down at her desk, the only thing on her mind was the rooms taking shape in her imagination—and on her sketch pad. And the numbers coming together for each room, for the project as a whole. She worked for hours and hardly noticed the time passing.
    When she finally went back upstairs to the main floor, it was almost midnight. Time for bed.
    But she didn’t go to bed. It was cool out that evening. So she put on a big sweater over her sleep shirt, pulled on a pair of fluffy pink booties and went out onto her deck. It was something she had not done after dark since the night Quinn spent in her bed.
    But she was doing it tonight.
    She padded to the deck railing and stared down at Quinn’s house.
    Was she actually expecting him to be watching, waiting for the moment when she wandered out under the stars?
    Not really. It just felt...reassuring somehow. To gaze down at his house, to know that she would see him again, would share dinner with him on Friday night.
    When the French doors opened and he emerged, she let out a laugh of pure delight and waved to signal him up.
    He didn’t even hesitate, just went on down the steps at the side of his deck and forged up the hill. She went to meet him at the top of her stairs, feeling breathless and wonderful.
    Tonight, he wore ripped old jeans, a white T-shirt that seemed to glow in the dark and the same moccasins he’d been wearing that other night. He said, “Love those furry boots.” When she laughed, he added, “I was getting worried you might never come outside.”
    â€œAnd I was absolutely certain there was no way you might be glancing up to see if I was looking down for you.” She held out her hand. He took it. His skin was warm, his palm callous. Just his touch made her body sing. “Come sit with me?”
    He looked at her as though she were the only other person in the world. “Whatever you want, Chloe.”
    She tugged him over to the two chairs they’d sat in that other night and pulled him down beside her.
    Silence.
    But it was a good silence. They just sat there, staring out at the clear night and the distant mountains. A slight wind came up, rustling the nearby pines. And an owl hooted off in the shadows somewhere between his house and hers.
    Finally, she said, “I met with Manny. I think it went well.”
    â€œHe says so, too.”
    â€œAnd I’m in love with your daughter.”
    He chuckled, a rough and tempting sound. “She has that effect on people. Manny’s tough, but Annabelle still manages to wrap him around her little finger. Truth is she rules the house. We just try to keep up with her.”
    She looked over at him. “Has she asked you about her mother