Love, Laughter, and Happily Ever Afters Collection (Eight Fun, Romantic Novels by Eight Bestselling Authors)
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âThatâs probably the nicest thing anyoneâs going to say to me today.â She lifted a hand to shade her eyes from the sun and smiled at him.
âJust in case, let me also tell you that you look beautiful.â
Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail and she wore no jewelry and very light makeup. She looked like she could do a commercial for facial cleanser or herbal shampoo.
She was so different from the women he was used to spending time with. They were polished and put togetherânot an eyelash or thread out of place. They were beautiful, but he would have never gotten hot and heavy on the hood of his car with any of them. He wouldnât have wanted to wrinkle them.
In contrast, Adrianne looked sweet and wholesome and he really wanted to wrinkle her some more.
At his compliment, she grinned. âThatâs the nicest thing anyone will say all week.â
âThatâs terrible. People should be telling you nice things all the time.â
âWhy are you honeying up to me? Youâre the one Iâm supposed to be wowing with the building plans.â
âHoneying up?â he repeated. âIsnât the term kissing up?â
She blushed.
All he said was kissing up and she blushed. He liked that. He hadnât really been worried that sheâd forgotten the kiss from the night before, but this made him positive sheâd been thinking about it.
âSame thing,â she muttered, her gaze on the fence next to him instead of on him.
He moved closer. âI like anything with kissing in it better.â
âAnyway,â she said. âIâm supposed to be telling you about the building plans.â
âOkay, what part of the property are you thinking about using?â
She laughed. âRight here. And a lot of the yard and extending into the fields.â
Mason looked at her, not sure what the emotion was that he was feeling. The farm held great memories for him. Yes, it was a part of him. But heâd owned it for two years without visiting. He couldnât possibly be feeling protective of it. He couldnât really feel possessive. He didnât care if they knocked the house down and paved the yard.
Except that in that moment he did.
âWeâll need to pave a road and put in parking too,â she said.
Mason looked out from the rise that came up gently from the land around it, where Milt had built his house. It wasnât truly a hill by any definition. And it was three and a half miles from town. And it wasnât like they could slap some cement on and call it a road.
âWhy right here?â
âWell, itâs a hillâ¦â
âBarely.â
She shrugged. âItâs more of a hill than anywhere else out here.â
That was probably true. âWhy does it have to be out here?â
âItâs unused land thatâs big enough and not too far from the two major highways.â
âBut why do you want it outside of town?â That didnât make sense at all to him.
âThatâs part of the charm,â she said, her eyes bright. âItâs not only Sapphire Falls. We have potential business owners from Pierce and Dawson City too.â
âItâs not very accessible. Are you thinking about how to route traffic?â
She nodded. âHighway Three is busier than Forty-four. From Highway Three you have to go through Sapphire Falls to get here. This way people have to go through town. See what else we have to offer. Stop there too.â
It was hard to resist that smile. Adrianne was clearly enthusiastic about the project. It was enough to make him continue talking about it to keep her smiling and talking with that bounce in her voice. But he had no intention of donating any money.
âWhat do the plans include exactly?â
And there was no way he was giving up the land. He was going to have to come up with some way of explaining that to Lauren. Heâd get to work on that as soon as he came up with a way to explain it to himself.
He was having a hard time concentrating on anything, though, with the breeze continually blowing that strand of hair against Adrianneâs lips. The lips that were moving as she talked but that kept throwing his thoughts back to the night before.
They were alone out here. He could have her dress off and her up against the maple tree in seconds.
Wow.
He shook his head. He never had this much trouble concentrating. He was picturing her naked while she was trying to make a business pitch. There was a snowballâs chance in hell he was going to invest, but it was the professional, respectful thing to do to listen and ask questions.
Not picture her grasping that lower branch as he thrust upâ
Yeah, that was the other problem. He never had that kind of sex. Heâd never needed nor wanted to.
Until now.
She flipped a few pages up on her clipboard and then read off the potential businesses for this little shopping area. A card and stationery store, a furniture store, a candy shop, a sports bar, and a couple of still-open spots.
He frowned down at sheet she was reading from. âTyler Bennett is opening a sports bar?â he asked.
She nodded. âYes. Well, maybe,â she amended. âHeâs agreed to be a part of it if we get the rest of it up and going.â
Mason knew Tyler. Well, he knew of Tyler. Ty was the youngest of the Bennett boys, but they were all rather infamous. Tyâs older brother, Travis, had been in Mason and Haileyâs class in high school. They were a family of team captains and homecoming kings and they all seemed to have pockets full of get-out-of-jail-free cards. It was hard not to know of them. No matter how hard someone tried not to.
âWhy would Tyler Bennett open a sports bar?â Mason asked.
âHe was a medalist in the Olympics.â
Yep, even Mason Riley knew about Tylerâs silver medal. âHow does that qualify him to run a sports bar?â How did it qualify him to do anything other than run, bike and swim?
Adrianne gave him a little smile. âIâm assuming Tyâs had his fair share of beer.â
Not likely with the kind of training regimen the triathlons would require. Mason crossed his arms. âUh huh. Iâve traveled on an airplane. Several times. Still pretty sure I shouldnât be flying the thing.â
Adrianne winced slightly. âHeâll bring a well-recognized name to the project. He has aâ¦following.â
âYou think theyâll all come to Sapphire Falls to drink his beer?â
Adrianne lifted one shoulder. âEven if not, Sapphire Hills will be mentioned whenever Tylerâs mentioned in the media and heâll talk about it all over. And all the businesses are prepared for mail order.â
Mason sighed. Mail order. Sure, that would solve every problem with this project.
âHow does a sports bar fit into the vision for Sapphire Hills?â Mason asked. A collection of quaint locally owned shops and then a place where guys would gather to drink and yell at televisions? It didnât make sense.
Mason saw Adrianne grimace slightly and he knew that she agreed it didnât quite fit. But she then proceeded to completely ignore his question.
âHere,â Adrianne said, digging in her bag and pulling out a small white organdy bag. âSince we didnât know you were coming for sure, we didnât have this in your room at the bed and breakfast like we did for the others.â
He fought a smile. Ignoring the ridiculousness didnât make it any less ridiculous. He took the bag and lifted it, looking through the gauzy fabric. âWhatâs this?â
âSamples.â She smiled. âThereâs some candy from the proposed candy shop, some of the specialty ground coffee from the coffee shop, a card like the ones Jennifer will create for her
shop, and some photos of some of the furniture Greg wants to make in his store.â
Mason opened the bag and withdrew a one-inch ball covered in chocolate. He held it up.
âThatâs a cake drop,â she said, her eyes crinkling adorably at the corners. âTry it.â
He bit into the sample and his eyebrows rose in appreciation. âOkay, thatâs pretty good,â he said as he swallowed. It was perfect. He wasnât much for sweets, but the cake drop tasted like a perfect bite of the best red velvet cake and cream-cheese frosting heâd ever tasted.
âIâm glad you like it.â
He liked her. The realization seemed to hit him out of the blue. Not that heâd disliked her for even a moment since meeting her, but it was clear the chemistry from the night before was very real and very present even in the morning light. Now, in addition to wanting her with a nearly staggering force, he also liked her.
âSo Tyâs place will be competing with Dottieâs?â he asked briskly, trying to focus and a little pissed that he couldnât.
She looked startled by his sudden shortness. âA, umâ¦â She cleared her throat. âNo, not directly.â
If he was going to say no, which he definitely was, he at least owed it to them to hear all the details first. âHow is it not direct? Dottie serves food in town at the café. Ty will serve food out here. If people are already here, thereâs no reason for them to go back into town to Dottieâs, right?â
He wasnât trying to antagonize Adrianne. But he was annoyed with her and couldnât seem to help it coming out. Annoyed that she was so tempting, so distracting, so able to make him not really want to talk about practical things like how much money he would waste on this project if he listened to her and looked into those big brown eyes.
âI havenât talked to Dottie about it,â she finally answered. âBut she hasnât said anything. Sheâs friends with Tylerâs mom, so Iâm sure she knows about it.â
âMaybe sheâd like to provide food out here.â
âMaybe.â
âBut that wonât be okay with Ty, will it?â
âI donât knowââ
âAnd thereâs not really anything to keep them here overnight.â
âHere?â
âSapphire Falls.â
âOvernight? No.â Adrianne frowned.
âSo this wonât benefit the bed and breakfast.â
âNo, butââ
âAnd youâre an hour away from the city where there are shows and movies and concerts. So if someone wants to catch something like that on a weekend, either they wonât come here or theyâll leave early to make it.â
She crossed her arms over her clipboard and frowned up at him. âAre you always so negative?â
âIâm always so logical. And honest.â He was always logicalâthatâs why this was driving him nuts. More specifically, why she was driving him nuts. None of this was logical. None of this made sense. There was attraction and then there was whatever this was.
âHmm,â was all she said.
That also drove him nuts. She was affected by him. He knew that. But she didnât seem bothered by it like he was. Did this happen to her so often that she was used to it?
Women were strange. It didnât matter how long or thoroughly he studied themâthere were things that didnât make sense.
âYou know a lot about this project.â
She narrowed her eyes but nodded. âAnything you want to know.â
He didnât like the idea overall, and usually he didnât care how someone would feel about that. In business, it was business, not personal. But somehow he sensed this was important to her and he didnât want to disappoint her.
Which meant this was even more of an anomaly. He found himself wanting to tread carefully so that he didnât hurt her feelings.
âWas it your idea?â
âHailey wanted to do something during her term as mayor that was really big for the town, something that would really matter.â
That didnât answer his question.
âThis was all Haileyâs idea?â
She waved her hand as if it wasnât important. âWeâve worked on it together from the beginning. Itâs hard to remember who came up with what exactly.â
He could tell it was a purposefully vague answer. âSo you came up with it.â
âI didnât say that.â But she wouldnât meet his eyes.
âYou clearly like the idea.â
Her head came up. âI do. I think it would be great for the town.â
âSo?â He watched her carefully.
âSo Sapphire Falls deserves to have something great happen.â
âWhy?â He wasnât sure why he was pushing. He didnât want a tornado to destroy the town or anything, but he did want to know why this Chicago transplant cared so much about a place sheâd only lived in for a short time. A town that he didnât have a lot of warm and fuzzy feelings for.
âThis town is full of good people, living good lives, taking care of their families and friends and neighbors. If they have a dream, why canât we try to make it come true?â
Wow. Okay. âTheyâre not that different from any other little town.â
She seemed to pause to think about that. âWell, theyâre different from the towns and people I know.â Then she took a deep breath. âAnd now theyâre my town.â
âWhy do you care so much?â he asked. âYou havenât been here long.â
She looked up at him with a thoughtful expression. âHome isnât about time,â she finally said. âItâs about where you feel good and can be yourself.â
âAh, well, that would explain why I donât feel at home here.â He didnât mean to sound bitter. Heâd been himself here, but it hadnât made him want to build them stuff.
She tipped her head and looked up at him, not with pity or censure, but with understanding. âHome is also the place that has what you need. Maybe you didnât need anything here.â
Maybe. But that was now quickly becoming not the case. There was something he was beginning to really need right here in the middle of Sapphire Falls.
He looked into her eyes and sighed. âThis is quite inconvenient.â
Her eyebrows rose. âWhatâs inconvenient? This meeting? I thought that Haileyââ
âThe fact that I canât concentrate on anything.â
âAnything likeââ
âThe business proposal, the details of the plan, why itâs a bad idea.â
She looked surprised. âYou think itâs a bad idea?â
âYes.â
âWhy?â
âItâsâ¦â He sighed and rubbed the middle of his forehead. This was ridiculous. âFor a number of reasons I canât quite put into a plausible argument right now. Which is the inconvenient part.â
âIâm sorry.â She didnât sound sorry. She sounded ticked off. âI didnât realize that I was getting in your way ofâ¦something.â She recapped her pen and started to turn.
He grabbed her elbow as she started to step away. âAdrianne.â
She stopped but didnât face him.
âYouâre in the way of me thinking clearly and acting logically.â
She twisted to look up at him. âYouâre not acting logically?â
âNo. And itâs about to get worse.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIâm going to kiss you, probably even more than that given half the chance, rather than tell you all of the
reasons that this building plan doesnât make sense and would be a bad investment for me and anyone else.â
She blinked several times, the tension in her body relaxing under his hand. âYou want to kiss me?â
âEven if I hadnât had a taste of you last night.â
She sucked in a quick breath and turned to completely face him. âKissing can be logical.â
âOh?â He pulled her closer and her thighs bumped his.
âIt seems logical given the chemistry between us.â
He could go with that argument. Hell, he didnât remember what didnât make sense about it right now anyway. He leaned in slowly. Last night in the parking lot had been crazy, out of control, nuts. This was still nuts, but at least it was intentional. He could handle things much better when they were intentional.
Adrianne slid her fingers into his hair, pulling him close. Her clipboard fell to the ground as he put his hands on her hips. He loved her hips. She wasnât skinny. She had places he could hold onto and squeeze. She was soft and curvy and sweet. He brought her against him and touched his lips to hers.
He wanted to go slow. He wanted to be thorough. She was a variance in what he knew. That brought out the researcher in him. He needed to examine her effect on him fully.
He breathed in, wanting to remember her scent. He concentrated on memorizing the feel of her lips, the feel of the soft cotton dress under his palms, the heat of her skin through the cotton. He even noted the feel of the sun on the back of his neck, that there was a light breeze and that the dirt shifted slightly under his right shoe. This is good, he thought as he lifted his head and tipped the opposite direction to taste her again. He was beginning to gather dataâ
Which all went to hell when she sighed and opened her mouth.
She flicked her tongue out along his bottom lip, pressed her breasts to his ribs and arched closer.
Screw data.
Mason licked her lip in return, then stroked in along her tongue, the hot, wet slickness erotic and new. She tasted faintly of mint, smelled like honey and felt likeâ¦nothing heâd ever felt before.