Page 225 of One More Kiss

He wore a perfectly tailored navy, pinstriped suit, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. She could see from where she stood, as well as the fact that she had face-planted into him, he was fit but not overly muscular.

His dark hair was cropped short but styled smoothly, his face clean-shaven. He smiled at her, and a large dimple winked at her from the side of his cheek.

Lillian had bragged to her about love at first sight and all that crap, but Bailey hadn’t believed a word of it until this moment.

“I’m Brett Lawson.” He held out his hand, and she took it.

“Bailey Pierce.”

“Ahh, Bailey, I’ve heard quite a bit about you.” He released her hand and stuffed his into his pockets.

“Oh? From who?”

“My stepmom.”

“Who’s your-” She bit her bottom lip slightly as his last name finally made it through the lust and into her brain. “Lawson. You’re Gertrude’s son.”

He stepped closer and lowered his voice, “Not by choice.”

“Brett, is that you?” Gertrude stepped to the door and practically shoved Bailey aside. “Why haven’t you come inside? Is this woman bothering you? Bailey, why are you still here?”

“Easy, Gertrude. I was just saying how I’d heard so many wonderful things about Bailey here and what she’s doing with the house.”

Gertrude scowled at Bailey for keeping Brett on the porch. “Yes, she would be if she’d leave and go order my belongings.”

“I’m on my way.” Bailey stepped down off the porch and turned back to see Brett watching her, “It was nice to meet you, Mr. Lawson.”

“You too.”

Bailey made her way back to her car and grinned when she got behind the wheel. Damn, Gertrude, perhaps working for you won’t be as bad as I thought.

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