hard to miss Ryder Montgomery swaggering from one job site to another in a town the size of Boonsboro.
Into MacT’s, down to the bakery, around to Fit. She’d catch sight of him chatting with Dick the barber outside of Sherry’s, or stopping for a word with one of the Crawfords.
Here, there, everywhere, she thought with some resentment. And to avoid running into him she’d all but put herself under house arrest.
It was ridiculous.
Not that she hadn’t been busy. The inn proved popular for its first summer. She’d tended to two out-of-town authors Clare hosted for a book signing. Then there’d been the sweet couple who’d come into the area for their fiftieth high school reunion—and the young couple who’d gotten engaged in Titania and Oberon, and already talked of spending their wedding night in the same room.
So far she’d had charming guests, strange guests, demanding guests, and delightful guests. Probably everything in between, she mused as she hauled out the hose to water the flowers and shrubs.
At the moment she had six rooms booked—two sisters, their mother, and the three daughters they had between them. They’d had a fun—and rowdy—time the night before. She expected they’d sleep in before they headed out for their facials and massages.
She’d definitely plan a Girls’ Night of her own. Clare and Avery, Justine and Carolee, Clare’s mom, Carolee’s daughter. She’d have her own mother and sister come down from Philadelphia.
Some fun food, some wine, plenty of wedding and baby talk.
Just what she needed.
She soaked the mulch, pleased the Knock-Out Roses bloomed and the arching wisteria showed so prettily green. Its flowers had sweetened the air in May—and she imagined them blooming for Avery’s wedding the next spring.
She hummed to herself, soothed by the homey task, ignoring the banging and sawing from the building across the lot. In her mind she flipped through her list of morning chores, into the afternoon, the evening, and ended her day’s plans with a little research on Billy.
Perfect.
The sound behind her made her jump, spin around.
“Hey!” was all Ryder managed before reflex had her jerking the spray of water up from his crotch. She hit him square in the face.
“Oh God.” She shot the spray to the side, fumbled it off.
Slowly, very slowly, he pulled off his sunglasses. He stood, hair and clothes dripping, eyes steaming.
D.A. obligingly lapped at the pool of water on the pavers.
“What the fuck?”
“Shh!” Instinctively, she glanced up at the porch. “I have guests. A lot of female guests.”
“So you’re hosing down any male who comes on the property?”
“I didn’t mean … I’m sorry. So sorry. You startled me, and I just …”
“You think it’s funny?” he demanded as a choked laugh snuck out of her throat.
“No. Yes. Yes, it’s funny, but that doesn’t mean I’m not sorry. Really sorry,” she added, whipping the hose behind her back as he stepped forward. “You shouldn’t sneak up on a woman with a loaded hose.”
“I wasn’t sneaking anywhere. I was walking.” He shoved the dripping hair out of his face. “Let me see that hose.”
“Absolutely not. It was an accident. What you’d do with it would be deliberate. If you wait here I’ll get you a towel.”
“I don’t want a towel. I want some damn coffee, which was why I was walking—like a normal person—from the job site there, to the kitchen there.”
“I’ll get you coffee, and a towel.” Wary, she gave him a wide berth—turned off the hose at the source—then dashed inside.
She giggled, snickered, chuckled her way to the laundry room, grabbed a towel from the shelf, hurried back to the kitchen to pour coffee into a go-cup. Added the two sugars she knew he used, fit on the top.
She put a chocolate chip muffin in a napkin to sweeten the deal, and dug out a dog biscuit from her supply.
She dashed back through The Lobby, but paused to look out, make certain he wasn’t armed. She had a brother, knew how it worked.
Composed, with her features in contrite lines, she stepped out.
And tried not to notice the man looked damn good wet.
“Sorry.”
“Yeah, you said.” Still watching her, he took the towel, scrubbed it roughly over his dark, wet, unruly hair.
Because she wanted, badly, to laugh again, she pumped a little more contrite into her voice. “I brought you a muffin.”
He eyed it, the towel slung over his shoulder. “What kind of muffin?”
“Chocolate chip.”
“Okay.” He took it, and the coffee while she gave the dog his treat. “Is there a reason you’re watering that stuff, and me, at seven thirty in the morning?”
“It hasn’t rained in a few days, and I have guests so I need to start breakfast soon. They’re family, and they were up late, so they’ll sleep in a bit. I had some time, so—” She broke off, wondering why she felt compelled to explain everything. “Is there a reason you’re coming here for coffee at seven thirty in the morning?”
“I forgot Owen wasn’t coming in till later. He gets the coffee. I figured Carolee was dealing with the kitchen stuff. I need her key so I can get into her place and check her kitchen sink. It’s not draining right.”
She couldn’t claim he wasn’t a good nephew—or son, or brother. “She’ll be here by eight. You can wait if you want. I could … throw your clothes in the dryer.”
“Your female guests wouldn’t have a problem with a naked man hanging around?”
With this group? she thought. Probably not. “They might consider it a nice perk, but no one’s in M&P. You could wait in there.”
Naked, she thought. Surly and naked and built.
Oh, the desert was so damn dry.
“I haven’t got time to wait around. I’ve got work.” He took an enormous bite of muffin. “Not bad.” D.A.’s tail thumped. He fielded the piece Ryder broke off and tossed without moving anything but his head.
“Thank you very much.”
He studied her over the next bite. “Any more trouble with the lights?”
“No. But I had a couple in two nights ago. He proposed to her in T&O. They thanked me for scattering rose petals over their bed. I didn’t.”
She glanced toward the inn. “It was a nice touch. I wish I had thought of it.”
“I guess you’ve got an assistant.”
“I guess I do. Is it a problem if I go by Avery’s new place later, see how it’s looking?”
He kept his eyes on her face—a long, steady stare—then shielded them with his sunglasses. “Why would it be a problem?”
“All right.” Out of pique, she supposed, she denied herself that little pleasure. And had no one to blame but herself. “If you’re done with the towel …”
“Yeah.” He passed it to her. “Thanks for the coffee. And the shower.”
Unsure, she manfully swallowed the laugh. “You’re welcome.”
He walked off. D.A. gave her his happy doggy grin before he trotted after his master.
“Who was that?”
The voice from above made Hope jolt again. She thought it was a damn good thing she didn’t still have the hose. She looked up, saw the woman in the bathrobe leaning lazily on the rail of the second-story porch. Hope flipped through her mental files.
Courtney, middle sister.
“Good morning. That was one of the owners.”
“Yummy.” She smiled sleepily down at Hope. “My ex is tall, dark, and handsome. I guess I’ve got a weakness for the type.”
