Any Time, Any Place(33)

"Hey, I love Target."

"So do I, but for soap, socks, or chips. Not furniture." He shot her a suspicious look. "You don't have that stuff in your apartment, do you?"

She grinned. "No. I happen to enjoy antiques. And I live in a house. The log cabin down the road." 

He stopped brushing and stared. "No way. The one with the huge front porch on that nice lot? With all the gorgeous maple? I bet the inside is amazing."

"It is."

"You don't give tours, do you?"

His question was all innocence, but his blue eyes were all danger. She kept her tone light. "Hadn't thought of selling tickets, but if My Place doesn't work out, maybe I'll give it a shot."

"I'll be first in line."

"Bet you will."

His lip twitched in a half smirk. "I'll be done by the time your interview is scheduled."

"So I'll throw the party the week after."

"Am I invited?"

"You did the work. I'll be happy to proudly advertise it to all the customers, including Good Food and Fine Spirits magazine. You'll probably get a ton of extra work from the deal."

"Sounds good. I'll need to swing back to finish the polishing. I'll start working on the stools while the bar dries."

"Great."

"Oh, and I need you to come with me someplace later."

She frowned. "Huh?"

He never paused in his work, as if his request weren't earth-shattering. "I've got something you'll want to see. If you like it, we can negotiate."

She waited for more, but it seemed he was done. A half laugh escaped her lips. Was he kidding? "Are you trying to proposition me?"

"Yes. But strictly for business. Of course, if you want to have sex, I'm a sure thing. But what I'd like to show you has to do with the bar and a product you may want to purchase."

Oh, this man was way too smart. For someone ridiculously good-looking, it was impressive that he was also an intellectual. She opened her mouth to refuse the offer. "Why can't you just bring it here? Or show me a picture?"

"You need to see it in person, and it's too heavy to bring over."

"Where is this product?"

He looked up with a contrived innocent expression. "My house. Actually, on the property of my house."

Unbelievable. She cocked her head in curiosity. "Do you really think I'm going to agree to come to your house to see some unknown product after you've made it quite clear you would like to get me into bed?"

He didn't even take a moment. "Yep."

Damned if he wasn't offering her a challenge. The idea of seeing where he lived was also tempting. She could handle his advances. She could just start spouting about bridesmaid dresses and spring weddings. That would keep him far enough away. "Okay."

He didn't even look surprised at her agreement. He was like a sorcerer who spun a weird type of fog into her brain and made her do stupid things. "Good. I'll be finished around five."

"Fine." She waited, but he went back to his brushwork, humming to the pop music filling the air. "I'll be back."

"Cool."

He never even turned around. Raven tamped down an irritated sigh and headed to the kitchen to check supplies. It was probably a trap. A silly thing he'd constructed to lure her to his lair. No matter. She'd use the time to probe a bit more into his family and once again confirm to him she wasn't interested in his luscious body or ocean-blue eyes or rippling pec muscles.

Nope.

Not at all.


Dalton wasn't sure why it was so easy to get her to agree to accompany him back to his house, but he wasn't about to go looking for reasons.

He finished almost exactly at five, and when he stepped back to survey the result, pride rippled through him. The bar was stunning. Restored to its old luster, the piece practically begged for attention-from the newly furnished bronze rope rails to the deep grains of polished wood with the perfect red stain and the clean, smooth lines relieved of bumps and bruises.




 

 

The memory of his mother's words drifted in the air, as if a ghost whispered in his ear.

You have a gift, my darling. Restoring something old to new brings beauty into the world. But always remember where each piece came from-its history, its legend. Only then can you make the past and present whole . . .

Goose bumps broke out over his skin. He looked around, feeling as if he'd catch her presence, but the place was empty.

The sound of Raven's footsteps broke his daze, and he turned to gauge her reaction.

Her slight gasp told him what he wanted to know, but her face was an even bigger present. Pleasure shone in her dark eyes, and almost in reverence, she walked around the bar, examining each inch, even kneeling down to get close to the newly installed foot rails. He waited patiently as the minutes stretched by, and finally she faced him.