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“I can handle it.”
“Alright.”He didn’t want to leave but he didn’t want to push her too far too soon either.“My offer still stands on the red painting.”
“It’s not for sale.”
“What about the set of the ocean?”
“Anything for sale is posted in the online gallery.I can’t stop you from buying them.”
“Noted.”
He stood watching her long delicate hands scoop up the vegetables and toss them in the pot, then start on the onions.
“You’re still here,” she said as she diced.
“There’s something about you—it draws me in.”
Her hands paused briefly, then she continued dicing.
“I’m not interested in whatever that means.I like working for your grandmother and living here.”
“I understand.I was just being honest.Since you caught me staring.”
“Your grandmother likes to eat around six, then she has book club tonight so you may want to make yourself scarce.”
“Let me guess, all the Sandy Point matriarchs will be converging on this house?”
Now she looked up with a wicked smile and her eyes glistening from the onions.
“I’m not scared of those pushy women.You’re the one who should be worried, because I can guarantee they’ll be trying to tell you to marry the most eligible, wealthy grandson among them.”
Her smile fell, which meant they probably were already pushing their grandsons at her.
“I’ll give you one guess who will be on the top of that list, now that Dalton’s on lockdown,” he teased.
“Weren’t you leaving?”
“See you for dinner, Little Miss Sassy.”
With an extra pep in his step, Levi departed the house and drove into town.He knew he should actually read the contract before he saw a lawyer, but he was more eager to ask Declan about Missy than to find out about his future.Not a great sign for his baseball career.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Missy
Time Is Running Out
Why would fateput such a desirable, cocky man right in her path?Why was she suddenly even noticing a man?For almost a year she’d been single, and not a single man had caught her eye.Even when she met with Dalton and Wesley to discuss helping them with Mrs.Hart, both men were fit, attractive, unmarried, and she hadn’t even flinched.But Levi was a completely different, distracting type of man.
“Missy honey, you don’t have to make so many biscuits.You know there’s only six or so ladies coming this week.”
Looking up she realized she’d already filled two baking sheets with the biscuits she’d made.For some reason she’d doubled the recipe when she’d been measuring out the ingredients.She’d need to freeze some, now that there were twenty-four biscuits rolled out and cut into perfect circles.Being distracted by thoughts of Levi was not a good sign.
“Your grandson said he would be joining you and your friends for dinner.”
“Is that right?”Mrs.Hart said with one eyebrow up as she lifted the top off the soup Missy had simmering on the stove.
“Yes, ma’am, he said he’d bring dessert too.”
