Running Wilde (The Winnie Wilde Series Book 1) by Sue Ann Jaffarian, Meg Chambers

a doorway at the end of the room. “Through that is a nice size laundry room and a door that leads to a back patio.”
    He led her back to the dining room and through another arched doorway. “Through here are the bedrooms.” He headed that way and she followed.
    To the far left was a smallish bedroom with a couple of windows. One faced the front of the house and the street. A high horizontal window was set into the side wall. “At one time,” Ben told her, “I believe there were three bedrooms, but it looks like a previous owner took out one to enlarge the bathroom and the closet to the master bedroom. There’s only one bathroom, but it’s a very good size.” He opened a hallway door onto the bathroom.
    Winnie stepped into it and looked around with a critical eye. It was a huge bathroom. The floor was set with the same new tile as in the kitchen. There was a large, deep whirlpool tub, a double sink, new toilet, and a good size shower. It wasn’t the king-size shower she had at home, but it was spacious and set with lovely tile, as was the vanity and the area around the tub. Like with the bedroom, there was a high horizontal window that allowed light without sacrificing privacy.
    “I love that tub,” she said to Ben with emphasis. “Really love it.”
    Ben laughed. “I thought you might. As I said, I think the bath was renovated recently, so there was little that needed to be done in here except for new flooring and a good clean up and paint job. This room is the only completed one in the house. All the floors are hardwood except for the bath and kitchen.”
    He walked out of the bath and down the hall toward the back to the master bedroom. The door was partially open and he gave it a gentle push so they could enter. The master bedroom was much larger than the other bedroom. Across from the door were two French doors that opened up onto the back patio. To the left a long horizontal window was set high in the wall like with the other bedroom and the bath.
    “If you like waking to natural light, that window is a great feature,” Ben pointed out. “It’s high enough for privacy without needing blinds or shutters. The last owner had shutters on it.”
    “I really like those high windows,” Winnie said, “especially on this side of the house where the next property is so close.”
    Winnie turned around in the room, enchanted by all the light, and picturing the walls in different colors. “You know that paint we used to do Tiffany’s bedroom back at the house.”
    “Sure, that very soft dove gray. The color Edward didn’t like.”
    “That would be a great color for this room.” She turned to him with a wide smile. “Don’t you think?”
    “Absolutely.” He moved to a set of wide double doors next to the main door. They took up most of that wall. “And here is where much of the other bedroom went. He opened them onto a spectacular closet with built in drawers and shelves along with both high and low bars for hangers.
    Winnie covered her mouth to hold back an excited snort. “This is the best closet!” She stepped inside. “Between that bathroom and this closet, I think that third bedroom gave its life for a good cause.” Spotting something on the floor, she did a double take. “Is that a sleeping bag?”
    “Yes,” Ben said. “Sometimes when I’m working here late, I stay over instead of going home. That’s why the bathroom was finished first. I needed it.”
    “So your crew goes off and you stay and keep working?”
    Ben leaned against the doorjamb. “There is no crew. One of my passions is buying neglected houses, cleaning them up, and reselling them.”
    “You flip houses?” she asked with interest.
    “I sure do. This is the fourth one I’ve done in two years. I work on it on the side at night and on weekends.” He grinned. “This one would be much further along if I hadn’t met you.” Pushing off from his slouch, he went to the patio doors and opened them wide. “The yard is