fury in check. âWhere are you staying?â
âMotel.â
âSo youâve had two days to spy on me.â
He smiled. âWhy would I spy on you? Youâre not the one who shot up your dining room.â
She searched for a way to rephrase what she knewâwhat he knew she knewâheâd been up to. âYouâve been keeping an eye on me,â she said.
He started down through the field. âYour lifeâs pretty goddamn boring.â
His way of saying she was right. âTo someone like you, maybe.â She marched after him, her binoculars swinging on her neck with each furious step. âDid you follow me on my canoe trip?â
âNope. Sat up here and watched the woodchucks have at your garden.â
âYou did not.â
He glanced around at her. âCheck your beans. Youâll see.â
She bristled. âI do not need a bodyguard.â
âGood, because Iâm no good at bodyguarding. I was just getting the lay of the land. Lucy goes to work. Lucy picks beans. Lucy takes care of kids. Lucy runs errands. Lucy has a glass of wine on her porch. Lucy goes canoeing.â He yawned. âThere you go.â
âItâs better than lying about all day in a hammock.â
âNo doubt.â
She was so aggravated, she could have hit him. Thunder rumbled in the distance. The sky darkened. The wind picked up. She reined in her emotions. She didnât want to be out here alone with him when the storm hit. âGo back to Wyoming. If I catch you on my property, Iâll call the police.â
âThey wonât arrest me.â
âThey willââ
âIâm Daisy Wheatonâs grandson. Iâll say Iâm here visiting the ancestral home. Theyâll probably hold a town barbecue on my behalf.â
She stared at him. âHave you always been this big a jerk?â
He grinned at her. âNah, Iâm a lot worse than I used to be. Plato didnât tell you?â He winked; he gave no indication of giving a damn what she thought or what she wanted. âSee you around, Lucy Blacker.â
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Lucy turned the shower as hot as she could stand it. She scrubbed herself with a lavender-scented gel made by a local herbalist who wasnât, she was confident, related to Sebastian Redwing.
Daisy Wheaton should have willed her place to the Nature Conservancy instead of to her miserable grandson.
Then I wouldnât be here, Lucy thought.
Maybe sheâd have moved to Costa Rica with her parents, or stayed in Washington and made her father-in-law happy.
Well, Colin had never said Sebastian was a gentleman or even a reasonably nice guy. Heâd said he trusted him. Heâd said Lucy could go to him if she needed help. It was a mistake, obviously, but Colin couldnât have known.
She dried off with her biggest, fluffiest towel and shook on a scented herbal powder that matched the gel. The thunderstorm had subsided, but she could still hear rumbling off to the east. The air was cooler, less humid. She was calmer. Her encounter with Sebastian had left her spent, drainedâ¦and feeling more alive than she wanted to admit.
She pushed aside that uncomfortable thought and slipped into a dressing gown sheâd picked up for a song at an outlet in Manchester. Black satin, edged with black lace. Quite luxurious. Sheâd sit up in bed and read until Madison got back from her movie.
She started into the hallway, but stopped abruptly, catching her reflection in the mirror above the old pedestal sink. She turned and stared at herself in her black satin. Since Colinâs death, she had seldom taken the time to think of herself simply as a woman. As a mother, an entrepreneur, a widow, an individual getting her life back together after sudden tragedy, yes. But as a woman who might attract, and be attracted to, a man, no. Not again. Not after Colin, not after the searing grief sheâd endured. Never mind that she
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