“No, that’s all right.” Brenna backpedaled, feeling silly and ungrateful. “You guys are doing me the favor. The least I can do is let you finish your meal.”
“Nobody rush on our account,” Adam said. “The kids and I should actually head out to the lodge. If I wait until it gets dark, I may end up lost. Natalie, Josh, it was nice meeting both of you.”
“I’ll definitely see you around,” Josh said. “If you want, I can recommend activities for your whole family.”
“Thanks.” Adam’s gaze fell on Brenna. “And maybe I’ll see you around this summer, too?”
“Don’t count on it,” Josh said, shooting her a teasing smile. “Her workdays sometimes start as early as five and can go past ten o’clock. She has no life.”
Brenna sucked in a breath, a bit embarrassed that Adam had heard her described that way. She briefly considered smacking her stepbrother upside the head, but violence was a bad example for the children.
Besides, it probably wasn’t fair to get mad at someone just for speaking the truth.
“QUINN, DO YOU THINK I have no life?”
The brunette driving the car stifled a yawn. “It’s not even seven in the morning and my coffee hasn’t kicked in yet. I’m not thinking
Brenna stared at the day’s schedule and said nothing. As it was, she couldn’t believe she was letting Josh’s comment from the night before bother her. She’d known going into the summer that she would have next to no free time, and it hadn’t disturbed her then. So why was it eating at her now?
That was a ludicrous reaction. After all, aside from their paths potentially crossing at the Diner or Mistletoe’s only sizable grocery store, she wasn’t planning to see him again. How he viewed her lifestyle was immaterial.
“Brenna? Everything okay?” Quinn asked, sounding more alert.
“Yeah, just ignore me. Everything’s fine-except my car.” The local automobile dealership also rented vehicles, but when she’d called yesterday evening, they’d said she would have to wait until noon to pick one up. That would be useful for her afternoon visits, not so much for the various dogs who’d been home alone since last night and
“No problem,” Quinn said. “Honestly, it’s good for me. With school out for the summer, I’ve turned into a bum and sleep in way too late most days. Besides…”
“Yes?” Brenna prompted.
Quinn laughed. “I feel like an idiot saying this out loud, but I’m happy for the excuse not to be at home this morning. I hired Gabriel Sloan to do some roof repair for me. I’m lucky that last set of storms didn’t leave me with a living room full of water. Dylan’s pretty handy and does as much work around my half of the duplex as his own, but he and Chloe are away at Hilton Head.” Dylan Echols was coach of the Mistletoe High baseball team; until tryouts in late July, he, like Quinn, had the summer free.
“Gabe Sloan, huh?” Since the man didn’t own a pet, Brenna didn’t know him very well. But most everyone in Mistletoe knew
“Yeah. He does great work and you can’t find a fairer price, but I get a little unnerved around him. Not because of the scandal-that’s ancient history and probably got exaggerated in gossip, anyway. It’s just that he’s so
Brenna laughed. “That’s because Lilah’s too wrapped up in that hunky husband of hers to notice anything about other men.”
“Arianne said that, too. Except she didn’t refer to her brother as ‘hunky.’ But she does think Gabriel is sexy.”
“Really?”
Arianne, Lilah’s sister-in-law, had grown up with two older brothers; she was chatty, opinionated and socially fearless. The idea of Ari having a conversation with the brooding loner Gabe Sloan was both vastly entertaining and completely unimaginable.
“Oh!” Brenna snapped her fingers. “I forgot to ask. How are Rachel and the baby doing?”
Quinn smiled. “Wonderfully. Arianne called me from the hospital last night to say that Bailey Kathryn Waide is beautiful and that the entire family is already wrapped around her teeny tiny finger. David should be taking home both his ladies this afternoon.”
“You should have seen him yesterday when he stopped to see if I needed a ride.” Brenna smiled at the memory. She’d gone to school with the eldest Waide sibling; he’d been the valedictorian of her graduating class. “I always thought he was unflappable, but he looked terrified.”
Quinn rolled to a stop at a red light. “I want to hear more about the guy who
“A lot could happen in that time,” Quinn said playfully. “I don’t want to sound desperate, but I’ve lived here my whole life. I’ve already met most of the local prospects. You ever worry about that?”
“Umm…” Brenna spent more time worrying about whether she’d met most of the pet-owners in Mistletoe.
“There are a lot of great guys here in Mistletoe,” Quinn continued. “Even a few that are still single. But if I were going to click with someone, feel that
Brenna tried to think back to her last real relationship, her only serious one since returning to Mistletoe. But it had never gotten as serious as Kevin would have liked. Had there been a definitive spark between her and Kevin Higgs?
The vet was handsome, definitely, and had been a considerate lover. They’d had common interests and enjoyed each other’s company, but in retrospect, she wasn’t sure her feelings for him had been strong enough to generate real chemistry.
“The thing about sparks, Quinn, is that they can lead to fire.”
“Exactly! Igniting passion, that all-consuming heat when you’re around just the right guy.”
Maybe Quinn would be comfortable with that kind of volatility, but Brenna would be frantically looking around for an extinguisher. “Well, good luck with the chemistry thing. For me, right now all I want is to grow my business and expand my client base.” She’d hoped to start building a nest egg, eventually hire part-time help, but her transportation needs were an even more pressing priority.
“Hmm.” Quinn shot her a sidelong glance. “So…if you’re all satisfied and fulfilled with just your work, why the question about whether or not you have a life?”
“This is why I like dogs and cats,” Brenna grumbled. “They don’t point out any conversational inconsistencies!”
Quinn laughed. “In other words, I should shut up and drive?”
“Please.”
“DA-AD!” GEOFF’S VOICE echoed through the two-bedroom suite, an indignant demand for justice.
Adam rubbed the space between his eyes. “What seems to be the problem, Geoff?” The
It was now eight-thirty. At two o’clock this morning, the problem had been that Morgan missed her mom and was scared in the unfamiliar bedroom the girls shared, even though Adam had left a closet light on for her. She’d crawled into Eliza’s bed, which led to Eliza complaining at three-fifteen that Morgan kicked in her sleep. So he’d given up his own bed for his disgruntled daughter and stretched out on the small sofa in the common room. At seven, he’d awoken to a stiff neck and a bright-eyed Morgan wanting to know why she couldn’t find her regular cartoons. The small television in the common room had basic cable but not the array of personalized channels Morgan was used to at home.
“It’ll be all right,” he’d assured her. “We won’t spend that much time in the suite, anyway.”
He’d promised them a hearty breakfast in the lodge’s main dining hall if everyone could manage to get ready.
Geoff flung out his arm, pointing at the bathroom door. “The problem is we’ve got only one bathroom, and Eliza seems to think it’s her sole dominion.”
“What’s do-min-on?” Morgan asked. She’d insisted on picking out her own clothes, pairing a red shirt covered in pink animal shapes with neon-striped leggings. The overall effect, best described as
“No, pumpkin.” Adam knocked on the bathroom door. “Eliza?”
The door swung open. “Jeez, I’m finished,” she said from around her father, glaring at Geoff. “Happy
