Loving You (The Bridesmaids Club Book 2) by Leeanna Morgan Read Free Book Online Page A

Range become the focus. And having pale walls would make it easier to add other colors. If he decided to stay he might even go shopping, buy a few cushions and things to brighten the room up.
    Annie looked at the boxes stacked in the corner of the room. “What’s stopping you from unpacking?”
    Dylan sighed. “The same thing that’s messing with my brain when I look at houses with a realtor. I moved around a lot with the Army. I’m not used to saying in one place.”
    “Do you like living in Bozeman?”
    Dylan nodded. “In a strange way, it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I wouldn’t have chosen to move here, but I like it. What about you?”
    “This is my home now. I suppose I’m a bit like you. Montana’s good for me. I have great friends, two part-time jobs I enjoy and enough drama to keep things interesting.”
    “Drama?”
    “Milly Anderson’s running at a 250 point score average for bowls at the moment. I’m playing against her this week. It’s going to be a showdown.” The grin on her face was contagious. He smiled back and Annie’s mouth dropped open.
    “Wow. You should do that more often.”
    His smile vanished as quickly as it had arrived. “What do you mean?”
    “You hardly ever smile, but when you do your whole face lights up.”
    Dylan couldn’t remember the last time a woman had paid him a compliment. He didn’t know what to say or where to look, so he settled on his laptop. “I’ll think about what you said…about staying. I’ll buy some paint at the weekend if that’s what I decide to do.”
    Annie fidgeted beside him. “You’ll need to get paint sealer, too. Otherwise, the orange paint that’s on the walls will change the color of your top coat.”
    “Any other advice?”
    “Smile at the sales assistant. She might give you a good discount.”
    Dylan didn’t know whether Annie was joking or serious.
    “Relax.” She grinned in the quick, infectious way he was getting used to. “I’m kidding. But remember to take your sunglasses off and use your manners. If you don’t, the person behind the counter will think you work for the FBI.”
    “You sound like my mother,” Dylan muttered.
    “She must be brilliant. Now, what about buying a house?”
    “I thought you’d forgotten.”
    Annie stared at him as if he’d said something strange. “I can work out someone’s bowling average quicker than a calculator. I’ve got hundreds of recipes memorized in my brain and I always remember my friends’ birthdays. I don’t forget very much.” She pulled a notebook and pen out of her bag. “What are you looking for?”
    “Someone with a kind heart, long legs, and unlimited patience.”
    Annie grinned and tapped her pen against her chin. “You’ve got a sense of humor hidden inside of you, too.”
    Dylan didn’t like the gleam in her eyes. “Is that a bad thing?”
    “No, it’s a good thing. But combined with your housing issues, I’d say you’ve got the nesting bug.”
    “Nesting bug?”
    Annie nodded. “A friend of mine went through the same thing when she hit her late twenties. She wanted a family, the whole white picket fence thing.”
    “Did she find it?”
    “She got the fence and two children, but her husband left a few years after they got married. Some people have trouble with stickability.”
    “Probably depends on how much you want it.”
    “True.” Annie sighed as she bent her head over her notepad. She wrote something in big letters along the top of the first page.
    “White picket fence?”
    “Yep.” She added an exclamation mark and a couple of little stars to the heading. “You might look like a tough guy, but you’re looking for the same thing most of us are.”
    Dylan was beginning to feel like he was in a counseling session. Annie saw through him and it was making him uneasy. “I want four bedrooms, master ensuite, open plan living, good sized backyard and room for a man-cave in the garage.”
    Annie’s blue eyes opened