Brambleberry Shores: The Daddy Makeover / His Second-Chance Family. RaeAnne ThayneЧитать онлайн книгу.
The weather forecast calls for a big storm the rest of tonight and in the morning. You’ll be soaked before you even make it out the front door. I, on the other hand, will be warm and dry and cozy in my bed.”
He didn’t even want to go there. “I still think I’ll be getting the better end of the stick, but you’ve got a deal.”
“We’ll see you in a while, then. And Eben, you really don’t have to rush. Chloe will be fine.”
He severed the connection and sat for a moment in the car, surrounded by lush green foliage in every direction.
He shouldn’t be filled with anticipation at seeing her again. He couldn’t afford the distraction—and even if he could, he shouldn’t want so much to be distracted by her.
What was the point, really? He wasn’t interested in anything short-term. How could he even think about it, with his eight-year-old daughter around? And he certainly wasn’t looking for any kind of longer commitment or if he were, it would never be with a wild, free-spirited woman like Sage.
With a sigh, he put the Jag into gear again and pulled back onto the highway. Best to just work as hard as he could to finalize the deal with the Wus so he could take Chloe back to San Francisco, back to his comfort zone where everything was safe and orderly and predictable.
The storm Sage had mentioned hit just as he reached the outskirts of town. The lights of Brambleberry House gleamed in the pale, watery twilight, a beacon of warm welcome against the vast, dark ocean just beyond it.
The house was a bit more than she described, a rambling Queen Anne Victorian with a wide front porch, elaborate gingerbread trim and a voluptuous tangle of gardens out front. Painted a cheery yellow with multi-colored pastel accents, it looked bright and homey, the kind of place that for some reason always made him picture bread baking and the sweet, embracing scents of home.
He blinked the random image away and hurried through the rain to ring the doorbell, grateful for the wide porch that kept him mostly dry.
Despite the sign above the porch, he thought for a moment he might have come to the wrong house when a stranger answered the door. She had dark hair, solemn eyes, and an air about her of efficient competence.
Her mouth lifted in an impersonal, slightly wary smile. “Yes?”
“Hello. I was certain I was in the right place but now I’m beginning to doubt myself. This is Brambleberry House, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” She still kept the door only slightly ajar— probably a smart self-defense move so she could slam it quickly shut if he should try anything threatening.
“I’m Eben Spencer. I believe Sage Benedetto is expecting me.”
She seemed to relax a little and the door opened wider, letting out a bigger slice of light and warmth to fight back the rainy evening. “You must be Chloe’s father.”
He held out a hand and she took it. Again, he gathered the vague impression of competence, though he wasn’t sure what about her spoke so solidly of it.
“I’m Anna Galvez. I live on this floor and Sage is upstairs, all the way at the top.”
“Which means you probably get roped into answering the door for her more often than you’d like.”
Her smile warmed. “I don’t mind, usually, unless I’m in the middle of something. Sage has a separate doorbell to her apartment but it hasn’t been working for awhile. We’re working on it. Sage’s apartment is all the way to the top of the staircase.”
The wide, sweeping staircase was the center core of the magnificent house, he saw, rising straight up from the entry through two other floors. A shame the house had been split into apartments, he thought. It would have made a stunning bed and breakfast, though he supposed it could be converted back if someone had the money, time and energy.
“Thank you,” he said to Anna. “Sorry to bother you.”
“Not a problem.”
He followed the curve of stairs, his hand on the mahogany rail that had been worn smooth over generations.
Outside the door at the top, he heard laughter, then a dog’s loud barking. He picked up Chloe’s voice, then Sage’s. The sound of it, rich and full and sexy, strummed down his spine.
He knocked and the dog’s barking increased. He heard Sage order the dog to be stay and be quiet. It seemed to work—when she opened the door, Conan was sitting perfectly still beside the door, though he was practically vibrating with impatience.
Sage had changed yet again—the third outfit he’d seen her in that day. Instead of her jogging clothes or the conservative navy knit shirt and khaki slacks she wore to work, she wore a flowery tunic-style blouse in some kind of sheer material over a pale pink tank top, dangly earrings and a pair of faded jeans.
She looked heart-stoppingly gorgeous, lush and appealing, and he couldn’t seem to focus on anything but their kiss that morning.
He knew he didn’t mistake the memory of it flaring in her dark eyes. Her mouth parted slightly and beneath the memory was a faint sheen of trepidation.
Did she think he was going to grab her right here in front of her dog and his daughter for a repeat performance?
“You made good time from Portland.” In seconds, she shunted away the brief flicker of remembered heat from her gaze and became as coolly polite as her downstairs neighbor.
“I was afraid you’d be ready to string me up if I didn’t hurry.”
“I told you not to worry about it. Chloe’s a joy.”
He raised an eyebrow at that, not used to hearing such praise of his daughter. Before he could respond, Chloe rushed to him.
“Hi Daddy! I had a super day today. We learned about the different habitats in the ocean at camp and then when we came here, we went outside on the beach and played catch with Conan and then we made lasagna with zucchini and carrots! It’s almost ready. Sage says I can stay and have some. Can I, Daddy?”
He glanced at Sage and saw her mouth tighten slightly. He was quite certain the invitation would never have been extended if she had expected him to be here before the meal was ready.
But how could he disappoint Chloe by telling her they needed to go, that they had already imposed on Sage enough for the day?
Sage must have sensed his indecision. She smiled brightly, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You’re certainly both welcome to stay. There’s plenty for everyone and Chloe did work hard to help me fix it. It’s only fair she get to enjoy the fruits of her labor.”
“Did we put fruit in there too?” Chloe asked, a baffled expression on her face. “I thought it was just vegetables.”
“Well, remember, technically tomatoes are a fruit. So I guess that counts. Seriously, you’re both welcome to stay.”
Though he knew it was a mistake to spend more time with Sage, he couldn’t figure out any way out without hurting Chloe.
“All right. Thank you.”
He was quite certain he was the one with trepidation in his eyes now as he stepped into her apartment. Only after he crossed the threshold did Conan hurry to him for attention and Eben could swear the dog looked pleased.
Chapter 6
Sage had always considered her apartment to be a perfect size, roomy without being huge. The rooms were all comfortably laid out and she loved having an extra bedroom in case any friends from college came to stay. It had always seemed just right for her.
How was it that Eben Spencer seemed to fill up every available inch?
His presence was overwhelming. He wore the same pale blue dress shirt he’d