spoke, and the couple shared a look that spoke of devotion and caring.
Evie went over the rest of the repairs and agreed that, yes, this was a good time to deal with the trees.
She and Patience went down the line. Her brothers and Dante had claimed the throne where the Winter King sat. She looked at the four of them. “Tell me you know what you’re doing.”
Clay pressed a hand to his chest. “Mortal blow. Come on, sis, we’re good. Dante and Rafe have both done construction, and Shane and I will follow their instructions.”
She sighed. “Fine, but no fighting.”
By eight-thirty, everyone was hard at work. She walked up and down the line, pleased with how quickly things were progressing. Close to nine, a tall, dark-haired man walked into the warehouse. He had as many muscles as Wolverine and looked nearly as dangerous. He glanced around at everyone working, caught sight of Evie and headed directly for her.
“I’m Gideon,” he told her, his low voice rubbing against her skin like velvet. Or maybe chocolate.
“Okay,” she said, wanting to get him to speak again. A voice like that was magic. “I’m Evie.”
His dark eyes glinted with amusement but his mouth didn’t smile. “I own both radio stations here in town.”
“That’s nice.”
Patience cleared her throat and leaned close. “He’s, ah, doing the narration for the performance.”
Evie looked back at him. “Oh. Gideon. We’ve emailed.” Had she known what his voice sounded like, she would have asked that they speak on the phone instead of meeting in person. “Nice to meet you.”
They shook hands.
“I’ve watched the performances on DVD,” he said. “And I went over the script. I thought about making a few changes.” He handed her several sheets of paper. “To smooth things out and make the story flow better.”
“Sure. I’m open to that.” She took the papers he offered.
He was a good-looking guy with a seductive voice. She was currently unattached, although secretly attracted to her neighbor. Shouldn’t Gideon be getting her tingles on? After all, she could simply close her eyes and listen to the magic of him speaking.
She glanced at the script, all the while trying to imagine sharing dinner with the smooth-talking stranger. But instead of enjoying the visual, her brain replaced Gideon with Dante and then got all quivery. So much for the magic voice working on her sexually. Apparently she simply enjoyed it the way she enjoyed good music or latte. At least now she didn’t have to find out if he was single.
She smiled at him. “There are too many distractions for me to read this now. Can I get back to you?”
“Sure.” He glanced around. “You’ve got quite the party here.”
“I know. Patience and Charlie put out word that I needed help and look what happened.” She lowered her voice. “I’m not from here, so it’s kind of a surprise.”
“I know what you mean. I’ve only been in town for about two months and it’s not like anywhere else I’ve lived.”
“Big-city guy?” she asked.
He shrugged. “That works as well as any other description. I’m retired military, so I’ve been all over the world.”
“How did you find Fool’s Gold?”
“A buddy told me about it. I came for a weekend and ended up buying the radio stations.”
Melissa hurried over. “We’re putting on the glitter. Can you come tell us if it’s okay?”
“Sure.” Evie smiled at Gideon. “Nice to finally meet you.”
“You, too.”
She followed Melissa over to one of the sets. When she turned back, Gideon was gone.
Work continued. Just before ten, Morgan, the owner of Morgan’s Books and the man who played the famous Winter King, showed up with coffee and cupcakes for everyone. Evie introduced herself to the older man.
“I like what you’re doing,” he told her, his brown eyes kind as he spoke. “A few of the girls have stopped by to tell me about the changes you’re making in the show. They’re very
Evie went over the rest of the repairs and agreed that, yes, this was a good time to deal with the trees.
She and Patience went down the line. Her brothers and Dante had claimed the throne where the Winter King sat. She looked at the four of them. “Tell me you know what you’re doing.”
Clay pressed a hand to his chest. “Mortal blow. Come on, sis, we’re good. Dante and Rafe have both done construction, and Shane and I will follow their instructions.”
She sighed. “Fine, but no fighting.”
By eight-thirty, everyone was hard at work. She walked up and down the line, pleased with how quickly things were progressing. Close to nine, a tall, dark-haired man walked into the warehouse. He had as many muscles as Wolverine and looked nearly as dangerous. He glanced around at everyone working, caught sight of Evie and headed directly for her.
“I’m Gideon,” he told her, his low voice rubbing against her skin like velvet. Or maybe chocolate.
“Okay,” she said, wanting to get him to speak again. A voice like that was magic. “I’m Evie.”
His dark eyes glinted with amusement but his mouth didn’t smile. “I own both radio stations here in town.”
“That’s nice.”
Patience cleared her throat and leaned close. “He’s, ah, doing the narration for the performance.”
Evie looked back at him. “Oh. Gideon. We’ve emailed.” Had she known what his voice sounded like, she would have asked that they speak on the phone instead of meeting in person. “Nice to meet you.”
They shook hands.
“I’ve watched the performances on DVD,” he said. “And I went over the script. I thought about making a few changes.” He handed her several sheets of paper. “To smooth things out and make the story flow better.”
“Sure. I’m open to that.” She took the papers he offered.
He was a good-looking guy with a seductive voice. She was currently unattached, although secretly attracted to her neighbor. Shouldn’t Gideon be getting her tingles on? After all, she could simply close her eyes and listen to the magic of him speaking.
She glanced at the script, all the while trying to imagine sharing dinner with the smooth-talking stranger. But instead of enjoying the visual, her brain replaced Gideon with Dante and then got all quivery. So much for the magic voice working on her sexually. Apparently she simply enjoyed it the way she enjoyed good music or latte. At least now she didn’t have to find out if he was single.
She smiled at him. “There are too many distractions for me to read this now. Can I get back to you?”
“Sure.” He glanced around. “You’ve got quite the party here.”
“I know. Patience and Charlie put out word that I needed help and look what happened.” She lowered her voice. “I’m not from here, so it’s kind of a surprise.”
“I know what you mean. I’ve only been in town for about two months and it’s not like anywhere else I’ve lived.”
“Big-city guy?” she asked.
He shrugged. “That works as well as any other description. I’m retired military, so I’ve been all over the world.”
“How did you find Fool’s Gold?”
“A buddy told me about it. I came for a weekend and ended up buying the radio stations.”
Melissa hurried over. “We’re putting on the glitter. Can you come tell us if it’s okay?”
“Sure.” Evie smiled at Gideon. “Nice to finally meet you.”
“You, too.”
She followed Melissa over to one of the sets. When she turned back, Gideon was gone.
Work continued. Just before ten, Morgan, the owner of Morgan’s Books and the man who played the famous Winter King, showed up with coffee and cupcakes for everyone. Evie introduced herself to the older man.
“I like what you’re doing,” he told her, his brown eyes kind as he spoke. “A few of the girls have stopped by to tell me about the changes you’re making in the show. They’re very
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