No Bunny But You (Holiday Romance Series) by Carol Rose Read Free Book Online

like him.
Normally, he felt pretty confident that he could work things out,
but he’d lost his newspaper job at the lowest point in the economy
and he hadn’t been able to find anything else. No one was hiring
back then and he knew better than most that journalism was a field
in transition. He’d applied to all the big news magazines and every
newspaper in a five-state radius.
    Glancing at the window—about two feet away from where
he worked on the last corner—Drake wondered how Molly’s phone call
was coming. He knew this Easter picnic was huge for her. Since her
ideas were fresh and fun, she had a growing reputation for bar
mitzvahs and corporate events, not to mention birthday parties,
amongst the wealthy of the area. This Easter Picnic would put her
into a whole other category though.
    Having heard more about her work since she’d switched
from interior decorating, he’d learned enough about party planning
to see that.
    Slopping the golden liquid over the floor in the last
corner, Drake straightened up, intending to kneel on one knee as he
covered the wood in the spot where her nightstand would go. But
when he tried to get up, his leg wouldn’t respond.
    Drake glanced down, trying to ascertain the problem
when it hit him. Throwing his head back in frustration, he bellowed
at the ceiling. Damn, damn, damn!
    Not having realized it when he sat down, he’d allowed
the outside of one pants leg to rest against the area of floor he’d
already mopped…and the liquid had apparently soaked into the
material.
    He’d urethaned his pants leg to the floor.
    * * *
    Getting the bunny thing all lined up was a real
relief, Molly reflected, hoisting her leg over the bedroom window
sill again. This Easter picnic would put her on the Austin party
planning map, if it came out all right. Every prominent family
would be there, not to mention the big foster kid
organizations.
    She stopped, seeing Drake just inside the window, on
the freshly urethaned floor, not moving.
    “How’s it going?”
    “Ummm. Pretty good…to a point.”’
    Molly looked around at the room. “It looks good. Why
are you just sitting there?”
    “It seems I neglected to attend to one, small
detail.”
    She looked back at him, noticing he was still in the
same position. “What? Why aren’t you moving?”
    “Well, Molly. I can’t move.”
    “Why not?”
    He sat with his one leg against the floor as he
leaned on the other knee propped up next to it. “I’ve—um—attached
my pants leg to the floor.”
    “What?” She started laughing. “Seriously? You let
your leg fall against the urethane? Oh, Drake.”
    His smile was entirely phony and he said, “Ha ha.
Yes, hysterical.”
    She threw her other leg over the window sill. “You
can’t just sit there. Maybe you’d better take the pants off.”
    Looking down at himself, Drake grimaced. “You don’t
know of any way to get these loose?”
    Still laughing, Molly tried to answer and took a
minute to get herself under control. “Not with you still in
them.”
    “Even though the urethane won’t be completely dry for
twelve hours, it sets to some level pretty quickly. You’re going to
have to take them off,” she recommended, still chuckling.
    “Maybe you should just go away.” He seemed disgusted
by her amusement, reaching down to unlace his battered athletic
shoes.
    “I could do that, but I wouldn’t think you’d want to
deal with this alone.”
    He gave her a deadpan look. “I’ve been taking off my
pants—for the most part—by myself for years.”
    “Not with them glued to the floor, unless your
fraternity was more into hazing than I heard.”
    Looking down at the problem, Drake took a moment.
“So, I should just unzip these and—“
    “And take them off. Yes, I think that’s the best
plan.” Molly balanced on the windowsill, careful not to step on the
newly-urethaned floor, although his being stuck so firmly indicated
it had set some.
    “Would it help if I hummed some stripper