Page 43 of Take This Heart
Dylan
What does that mean?
I sigh. I’ve got nothing. Milo’s kiss has robbed me of my snappy comebacks.
Tully
I’ve had to take the sunshine role in this twindom. For some reason, everything Milo does makes Goldie irrationally irate. However, this picture proves otherwise. You look PRETTY happy in this picture, Golds.
It’s highly unnecessary and a stretch to say irrationally irate.
Dad
Ahem. See what I mean? Maybe I should leave you and Milo alone today too, and see if he can work his magic again.
Ugh.
CHAPTER TWELVE
LOST
MILO
Noah and his crew started working on the renovation this week. He was able to bring his crew and find others who had worked with Everett in the past to come on board, so the project will get done faster. The quality of Noah’s work is some of the best I’ve seen, bar none. And they’re just getting started.
They’re starting with the lodge, which will transform what was formerly a quaint North Woods hotel into a sprawling Rivendell-esque resort. It’s going to be unbelievable. Grand, yet exuding coziness and charm. I’m freaking obsessed with the plans, if I do say so myself. I can’t take full credit for them—Everett and Goldie have contributed greatly—but playing on such a large scale has been the job of a lifetime.
At least it’s felt like play…even though Goldie keeps me on my toes at all times.
That woman…
She’s avoided me all week andit is driving me crazy.
When we have to interact, we’re back to our banter with bite.
If I can’t kiss her, I may as well keep her riled up.
The woman is maddening, to say the least.
Camden is coming soon to contribute his ideas on the restaurant, and then we’ll work on the condos and smaller cabins. I’ve been toying with a surprise for Goldie, but I’ve got to think about the logistics a bit more.
I walk along the path toward the resort and see Goldie with Josh, one of the guys on Noah’s crew. He’s an annoyingly good-looking guy and nice enough…but he can’t take his eyes off of Goldie long enough to do his fucking job.
Her head falls back as she laughs at something he says, and I see red.
I stalk over there and when she turns to see me coming, her smile drops.
“We need to review material samples,” I say.
Her eyes narrow and she folds her arms. “Okay, let’s review them.”
I mimic her stance and wait. When she doesn’t budge, I sigh. “They’re at the house, not here.”
“Why didn’t you bring them out here?”
Because I didn’t come up with this excuse until just now.
“It’s hot out here,” I say instead. “And your dad is inside.”
