Page 4 of Shine: Sins of the Father
“You need a man for that, and you haven’t seemed interested in anyone for a long time,” Janey teases.
I roll my eyes. “Prince Charming hasn’t shown up yet. He’s late.”
“Well, you have to actually go out and find one; you can’t expect one to just walk through your doorway.”
“Why not?” I tease back. “Is that so much to ask?”
“And what would this dream man look like?”
I shrug. “I’m not picky.”
She snorts at that. “Girl, you aresopicky.”
“As long as he’s tall with broad shoulders and gorgeous eyes and an ass I can’t take my eyes off…” I stare off, imagining.
“Oh, is that all? Anything else?”
“I like a man with a sense of humor. He has to be able to make me laugh.”
“Fiona, any relationship you are in,you’regoing to be the one makinghimlaugh. That’s a fact. You, my friend, are a cut-up.”
“It’s a curse.” I stare out the window, straight-faced, and she snorts again.
“So, a good-looking guy with a cute ass who can make you laugh.”
“And he’s got to be the kind of guy who is confident and takes the lead, you know? Someone who takes control of a situation.”
“Sounds like every biker in your father’s club.”
“Eww. I’m not looking for a biker.”
Janey gives me the side-eye as she shifts gears. “Sure. Sure. No bikers. Cross those right off the list.” She makes a motion with her arm.
“Shut up,” I snap, giggling.
“I’ll keep my eye out for a gorgeous, funny, take-charge, non-biker. Should be a pile of ‘em between here and Lake Mary.”
“Well, it is a five-hour drive, so I’m sure they’ll be several,” I tease.
“Right. One for each of us, and a spare.”
I slug her arm. “Don’t mock my dream.”
I stretch as I climb from the car hours later. “I have to say, Janey, I’m disappointed in you.”
“What?” Janey laughs. “I just drove your ass out here to this gorgeous place.” She swings her hand out toward the lake.
“Yeah, well. You didn’t find us one man to pick up, let alone one for each of us and a spare.” I sling my bag over my shoulder and walk toward the cabin, her laughter carrying behind me.
“This place is perfect.” She steps through the door and shoves past me. “Look at that view.”
She’s moved to the living room, where floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlook Lake Mary. A large stone fireplace sits in the corner.
I slide my finger along the mantle, a layer of dust now coating it.
“Well, I guess it’s been a while since the club used the place. It definitely needs a little airing out.”
“Why in the world would they not be up here every weekend with a view like that? It’s so serene.” She sighs likes she’s found her happy place.
