She's Just Right (A Fairy Tale Romance) by Diane Darcy Read Free Book Online Page A

out the reasonable alternative he’d come up with. “Why don’t you take her and Elizabeth and send the aunts over instead?”
    Trevor turned to see that Paul had stopped what he was doing to listen, brows raised.
    “Are you kidding?” said his mom. “You three are all about the same age and will have tons of fun together. I can just see you trying to play host to my sisters.” She laughed merrily. “That would be hilarious. And Honey’s such a nice girl.”
    Paul continued to stare, interested.
    Trevor pulled the phone away to glare. “Are you getting any measurements?”
    “They keep getting away. Anyway, your conversation is more interesting.”
    Disgusted, Trevor walked a few feet away and lifted the phone to his ear once more to hear his mother’s continued happy chatter.
    “...so anyway, I think it’s great, don’t you?”
    Trevor knew he could argue all day and she wouldn’t change her mind. His fist tightened for a moment, but he finally threw up a hand and gave in. “Fine. She can stay.”
    “Great! I knew you’d feel that way!”
    Trevor shut his eyes briefly. What he felt was exasperation, and the need to run away from home. He wished he had more building repairs to keep him busy. His own properties were running smoothly, but maybe he’d call his dad and see if he had any work available.
    Regardless, Trevor had no intention of going home until late, if at all. He’d go do a stakeout. Try and catch some spotlighters. Maybe even bunk at the office. Or in his truck. The girls could have the house. The bottom line was avoiding the girl with the curls.
    “Oh,” said his mom. “Before I forget, I need you to bring the girls to our place for dinner tonight.”
    Trevor opened his mouth to argue, but stopped himself. It was pointless. Instead, he said, “Fine. Goodbye.”
    “Goodbye, dear! See you later.”
    He snapped the phone shut. He’d work something out. He would go home for his sleeping bag and tell Elizabeth she had to drive their guest.
    He headed back over to a smiling Paul who immediately opened his big mouth. “Now, who exactly is ‘That Girl?’”
    Trevor scowled. “No one. Let’s get back to work.”
    ***
     
    Late that afternoon, Trevor pulled into his driveway to see there were now two cars parked where they had no business being parked.
    He sat gripping the steering wheel for a long moment before realizing that, strangely enough, he didn’t want to go inside his own house.
    Maybe he shouldn’t.
    He considered calling his sister and telling her to just bring out his sleeping bag, but decided that might come off as cowardly. Besides, he wouldn’t be able to stand Elizabeth’s smirk.
    He got out of the truck and went around to the back of the cabin. Nothing unusual about that. He always went and talked to Charlie first and no one could say otherwise.
    But Charlie wasn’t there. He was probably inside with the girls. Trevor hesitated. He could always go to Paul’s and borrow a sleeping bag. Why hadn’t he thought of that sooner? For that matter, he could just bypass all the nosy people in his life and go buy a new one. Then he could call Elizabeth and let her know he wasn’t coming to dinner. Brilliant plan.
    He turned to go as Elizabeth opened the back door. “Trevor? What are you doing?”
    Charlie bounded out to meet him.
    “What do you mean?” Trevor bent to pet the dog. He couldn’t believe he was so wound up about meeting Honey, which was ridiculous. And what kind of name was Honey, anyway? “I was just coming inside.”
    She raised her brows and opened the back door. “Well, come in already, then.”
    Ignoring her searching gaze, he walked into the kitchen, but the girl, Honey, wasn’t there. Trevor could hear the television, and Charlie headed into the living room.
    Trevor exhaled and turned to Elizabeth. “Look, I’m not really very hungry tonight,” he said, keeping his voice low. “And I’m wanting to get some work done, so I was thinking you could