Longing for Home by Kathryn Springer Read Free Book Online

you’re thinking, Doug!”
    “Don’t worry.” Doug winked at her. “Your secret is safe with me.”
    “There is no secret,” Kate hissed. “We’re helping out Abby and Quinn. That’s all.”
    “I get it.” Doug lumbered to his feet and gave Alex a good-natured jab in the side with his elbow. “You’re a lucky guy. Kate’s one in a million.”
    “Oh, I figured that out right away,” Alex drawled.
    “Don’t encourage him,” Kate said in a terse whisper.
    Alex might frequently make the society pages of the Chicago newspapers—not that she’d looked—but it paled in comparison to how many people the unofficial grapevine of a small town could reach.
    Doug’s truck route zigzagged through the entire county. By sunset that evening, everyone he’d come into contact with would be speculating about Kate’s relationship with Alex Porter.
    Business relationship, she corrected herself.
    The idea that she and Alex would—could—ever be anything else was…well, it was laughable.
    Not only did Alex move in a social sphere far above that of mere mortals like herself, from what Kate had gleaned from her conversations with Abby, he also lived his life by a strict set of guidelines. The Grand Plan, Abby had ruefully called it during one of the times she’d lamented about her older brother.
    Abby hadn’t gone into detail, but it sounded as if everything on the list revolved around work.
    That was something that Kate could understand. She devoted the majority of her time and energy to the café. But to her, it was less about serving food and more about serving people.
    She and Alex Porter would never see eye-to-eye. His goal was to build an empire. Kate’s was to build a life.
    “Thanks for the pie.” Doug reluctantly moved the plate aside, mopped his face with a napkin and pushed to his feet.
    “You’re welcome,” Alex said.
    Kate waited for him to follow Doug out the door. He took over the empty booth instead.
    “I’ll have coffee.”
    “I’m sorry.” Kate tried to look as if she meant it. “The café isn’t open yet.”
    Alex consulted a wristwatch that resembled the control panel of a jet. “It’s six o’clock.”
    Kate glanced at her watch. The one shaped like a wedge of cheddar cheese that she’d won in a drawing during Dairy Days.
    It was six o’clock.
    “One coffee, coming up.”
    Kate no longer believed that Alex had come to Mirror Lake to check up on her.
    He’d come to Mirror Lake to drive her crazy.
    “You summoned?”
    Alex glanced up and saw Quinn standing in the doorway of Abby’s office.
    “Very funny. You could always moonlight as a stand-up comedian if you don’t make enough money in the security business. Or, here’s a thought.” He leaned back in the chair and considered his future-brother-in-law. “You could marry an heiress.”
    “Watch it or we won’t invite you for Christmas.” The tone was mild enough, but Alex didn’t miss the flash of warning in Quinn’s pewter-gray eyes.
    “Who needs an invitation?” Alex hid a smile. No doubt about it, O’Halloran loved his sister. And he was protective of her. Alex had recently come to the conclusion that the guy might—just might—be good enough for Abby.
    No point in telling Quinn that, though. Maybe on their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Or the fiftieth. As skeptical as Alex was about “happily-ever-after,” there was something in the way Abby and Quinn looked at each other that told Alex they just might make it that far.
    His sister had been floating around the place all day, smiling and humming as she took care of the last-minute wedding details. The last of the guests had checked out before lunch. Abby’s decision to close the inn for the weekend had been a good one. Like ants at a picnic, a steady stream of people had been coming and going all morning, sprucing up the grounds and the stone chapel in the woods where the couple planned to exchange their vows.
    “So, what’s up?” Quinn wandered into