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built-in bookshelves in their living room, and they asked me to do it in two weeks, before some big
family party they were having. We got the job done in twelve days, he said proudly. He gestured to
the bottle. I don t know much about wine, but they said this is a good one.
I think it s time we found out. Kathleen took the open bottle Vaughn set in front of her and
poured each of them a glass. She then raised her glass in toast.
Next to Sidney, Isabelle shot her a silent plea. Help.
Sidney gave her a reassuring look that said she would take care of it.
There s an Irish blessing that I think fits well here, Kathleen said. May love and laughter light
your days, and warm your heart and home.
After a round of Cheers, Sidney took a sip of her wine. She waited as Isabelle faked a sip, then
deliberately set her glass on the table right next to her sister s.
Isabelle glanced over and smiled, catching on. The Robertses bringing out a special bottle of
wine for a toast that Isabelle obviously couldn t drink was a small hiccup in the let s-pretend-
nobody s-pregnant plan, but nothing that couldn t be resolved with a few stealth maneuvers. Sidney
simply would drink a little of Isabelle s wine when nobody was looking.
People passed food every which way, and Sidney paused at the delicious aromas coming from the
shepherd s pie, the hearty layers of mashed potatoes, sautéed lamb, carrots, peas, and onions. This
smells incredible, Kathleen.
It s the boys favorite, she said. Isabelle, I ll have to give you the recipe.
I d like that. Thank you.
Sidney peeked over, expecting to see a big grin on her sister s face. After all, this was exactly
what Isabelle had been hoping for to bond with Kathleen this weekend.
But instead, she looked pale while staring at the shepherd s pie on her plate.
Isabelle exhaled slowly, speaking under her breath. Oh, boy.
Sidney s hand froze. She knew that Oh, boy.
Seriously, they couldn t take the pregnant lady anywhere.
Nine
VAUGHN HAD TO give the Three Amigos credit: they worked well under pressure.
Next to him, Simon stole the last bite of Isabelle s shepherd s pie off her plate.
Simon, she pretended to protest.
Sorry, he said with an impish grin, gesturing to the empty casserole dish. There s no more left,
and I ve waited months for that pie.
Now how could I begrudge you that? They smiled at each other, all schmoopey-like.
It took all of Vaughn s undercover skills to keep from rolling his eyes.
This performance had been going on for the past twenty minutes, in which Simon had managed to
eat every bite of shepherd s pie on Isabelle s plate. There d been a lot of coy looks between them,
but Vaughn had pretended to be oblivious to the whole thing just like he was pretending to be
oblivious to Little Miss Sneaky Drinks across the table, on Isabelle s other side.
To be fair, Sidney at least managed to be subtler in the charade, with the sleight-of-hand routine
she had going on with Isabelle s wine. She d taken a few sips from each of their glasses, seemingly
with neither of his parents being the wiser. But, apparently, these three also believed they were
fooling him, an FBI agent, and for that Vaughn didn t know whether to be amused or insulted. Perhaps
a little of both.
After lunch, Sidney and Isabelle offered to help with the dishes, while the three men headed out to
the backyard. Vaughn and Simon planned to re-shingle the shed roof that weekend, undoubtedly with a
whole lot of micromanaging from their retired-carpenter father, who d been strictly forbidden by their
mother to undertake any strenuous labor after his heart attack six months ago.
I called in all the supplies at McGovern s, their dad said, referring to the local hardware store.
You can take my truck to pick everything up.
Simon nodded. Sidney and Isabelle can follow us into town so they can get settled in at the
hotel.
Assuming your mother will let you pry those girls from this house, Adam said. You should have
seen her these past two weeks. I think all of Apple Canyon has heard about her son and his fiancée.
He looked proudly at Simon. We re happy for you, son. Isabelle seems like a wonderful girl.
Simon answered without any hesitation. She is, Dad.
For a moment, Vaughn caught himself wondering what it felt like to be that certain to know,
without a doubt, that he d found the one person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Between
Simon s getting married and suddenly having a baby on the way, Vaughn would ve expected his
brother to be in a mild-to-moderate state of panic. But instead, Simon seemed completely calm about
the whole thing.
Vaughn watched as his dad pulled Simon in for a hug and patted him heartily on the back in
congratulations. He smiled at that, then left them to their father-son moment while he headed back
inside the house to grab the keys to his dad s truck.
Enough of the sentimentality he, at least, had a shed to re-shingle.
" " "
A HALF HOUR later, Vaughn and Simon stood in the driveway, leaning against their father s pickup
truck and waiting as the women said their temporary good-byes in the doorway. Vaughn s gaze fell on
the cute curve of Sidney s ass as she laughed at something his mother said.
Mom really seems to like her, Simon said.
Vaughn grunted, having noticed this, too. Seemingly, the elder Sinclair sister was perfectly
capable of piling on the charm for anyone except him. I think she won Mom over the minute she
diced that tomato.
Talking about Isabelle again.
Obviously.
Vaughn tore his eyes away from the saucy auburn-haired woman who was here, in his parents
house, winning them over with her smiles and making them laugh with her self-deprecating, I-
thought-it-was-a-self-defense-course jokes. It was a good thing she was heading to the hotel for a
few hours, because he needed a break a break from those legs, and the blue-green eyes, and the
flirty wrap dress that tied at her waist, and could easily be undone with one sharp tug.
He was thinking things again.
A few minutes later, the four of them were finally on their way, with Sidney s car once again
following behind him. Vaughn took the shortest route to town, a twenty-minute drive along hilly,
winding roads.
They pulled into the driveway of Carter Mansion, a Victorian-style bed-and-breakfast where the
Sinclair sisters would be spending the night. As soon as Sidney s car rolled to a stop behind the
pickup truck, Isabelle scrambled out and hurried up the front steps of the inn, not bothering to wait for
the rest of them.
I guess she s eager to check in, Simon said, with an attempt at a casual laugh. Then he climbed
out of the pickup, grabbed Isabelle s suitcase from the trunk of the Mercedes, and quickly followed
his fiancée inside.
And then there were two.
Vaughn exited the truck and walked around to Sidney s car. He found her standing next to the
sedan s open trunk, taking in the picturesque town before them a quaint cobblestone street flanked
by brightly colored historical buildings.
So this is town. She cocked her head, as if surprised. It s so cute and charming. She turned
and raised an eyebrow. You really grew up here?
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built-in bookshelves in their living room, and they asked me to do it in two weeks, before some big
family party they were having. We got the job done in twelve days, he said proudly. He gestured to
the bottle. I don t know much about wine, but they said this is a good one.
I think it s time we found out. Kathleen took the open bottle Vaughn set in front of her and
poured each of them a glass. She then raised her glass in toast.
Next to Sidney, Isabelle shot her a silent plea. Help.
Sidney gave her a reassuring look that said she would take care of it.
There s an Irish blessing that I think fits well here, Kathleen said. May love and laughter light
your days, and warm your heart and home.
After a round of Cheers, Sidney took a sip of her wine. She waited as Isabelle faked a sip, then
deliberately set her glass on the table right next to her sister s.
Isabelle glanced over and smiled, catching on. The Robertses bringing out a special bottle of
wine for a toast that Isabelle obviously couldn t drink was a small hiccup in the let s-pretend-
nobody s-pregnant plan, but nothing that couldn t be resolved with a few stealth maneuvers. Sidney
simply would drink a little of Isabelle s wine when nobody was looking.
People passed food every which way, and Sidney paused at the delicious aromas coming from the
shepherd s pie, the hearty layers of mashed potatoes, sautéed lamb, carrots, peas, and onions. This
smells incredible, Kathleen.
It s the boys favorite, she said. Isabelle, I ll have to give you the recipe.
I d like that. Thank you.
Sidney peeked over, expecting to see a big grin on her sister s face. After all, this was exactly
what Isabelle had been hoping for to bond with Kathleen this weekend.
But instead, she looked pale while staring at the shepherd s pie on her plate.
Isabelle exhaled slowly, speaking under her breath. Oh, boy.
Sidney s hand froze. She knew that Oh, boy.
Seriously, they couldn t take the pregnant lady anywhere.
Nine
VAUGHN HAD TO give the Three Amigos credit: they worked well under pressure.
Next to him, Simon stole the last bite of Isabelle s shepherd s pie off her plate.
Simon, she pretended to protest.
Sorry, he said with an impish grin, gesturing to the empty casserole dish. There s no more left,
and I ve waited months for that pie.
Now how could I begrudge you that? They smiled at each other, all schmoopey-like.
It took all of Vaughn s undercover skills to keep from rolling his eyes.
This performance had been going on for the past twenty minutes, in which Simon had managed to
eat every bite of shepherd s pie on Isabelle s plate. There d been a lot of coy looks between them,
but Vaughn had pretended to be oblivious to the whole thing just like he was pretending to be
oblivious to Little Miss Sneaky Drinks across the table, on Isabelle s other side.
To be fair, Sidney at least managed to be subtler in the charade, with the sleight-of-hand routine
she had going on with Isabelle s wine. She d taken a few sips from each of their glasses, seemingly
with neither of his parents being the wiser. But, apparently, these three also believed they were
fooling him, an FBI agent, and for that Vaughn didn t know whether to be amused or insulted. Perhaps
a little of both.
After lunch, Sidney and Isabelle offered to help with the dishes, while the three men headed out to
the backyard. Vaughn and Simon planned to re-shingle the shed roof that weekend, undoubtedly with a
whole lot of micromanaging from their retired-carpenter father, who d been strictly forbidden by their
mother to undertake any strenuous labor after his heart attack six months ago.
I called in all the supplies at McGovern s, their dad said, referring to the local hardware store.
You can take my truck to pick everything up.
Simon nodded. Sidney and Isabelle can follow us into town so they can get settled in at the
hotel.
Assuming your mother will let you pry those girls from this house, Adam said. You should have
seen her these past two weeks. I think all of Apple Canyon has heard about her son and his fiancée.
He looked proudly at Simon. We re happy for you, son. Isabelle seems like a wonderful girl.
Simon answered without any hesitation. She is, Dad.
For a moment, Vaughn caught himself wondering what it felt like to be that certain to know,
without a doubt, that he d found the one person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Between
Simon s getting married and suddenly having a baby on the way, Vaughn would ve expected his
brother to be in a mild-to-moderate state of panic. But instead, Simon seemed completely calm about
the whole thing.
Vaughn watched as his dad pulled Simon in for a hug and patted him heartily on the back in
congratulations. He smiled at that, then left them to their father-son moment while he headed back
inside the house to grab the keys to his dad s truck.
Enough of the sentimentality he, at least, had a shed to re-shingle.
" " "
A HALF HOUR later, Vaughn and Simon stood in the driveway, leaning against their father s pickup
truck and waiting as the women said their temporary good-byes in the doorway. Vaughn s gaze fell on
the cute curve of Sidney s ass as she laughed at something his mother said.
Mom really seems to like her, Simon said.
Vaughn grunted, having noticed this, too. Seemingly, the elder Sinclair sister was perfectly
capable of piling on the charm for anyone except him. I think she won Mom over the minute she
diced that tomato.
Talking about Isabelle again.
Obviously.
Vaughn tore his eyes away from the saucy auburn-haired woman who was here, in his parents
house, winning them over with her smiles and making them laugh with her self-deprecating, I-
thought-it-was-a-self-defense-course jokes. It was a good thing she was heading to the hotel for a
few hours, because he needed a break a break from those legs, and the blue-green eyes, and the
flirty wrap dress that tied at her waist, and could easily be undone with one sharp tug.
He was thinking things again.
A few minutes later, the four of them were finally on their way, with Sidney s car once again
following behind him. Vaughn took the shortest route to town, a twenty-minute drive along hilly,
winding roads.
They pulled into the driveway of Carter Mansion, a Victorian-style bed-and-breakfast where the
Sinclair sisters would be spending the night. As soon as Sidney s car rolled to a stop behind the
pickup truck, Isabelle scrambled out and hurried up the front steps of the inn, not bothering to wait for
the rest of them.
I guess she s eager to check in, Simon said, with an attempt at a casual laugh. Then he climbed
out of the pickup, grabbed Isabelle s suitcase from the trunk of the Mercedes, and quickly followed
his fiancée inside.
And then there were two.
Vaughn exited the truck and walked around to Sidney s car. He found her standing next to the
sedan s open trunk, taking in the picturesque town before them a quaint cobblestone street flanked
by brightly colored historical buildings.
So this is town. She cocked her head, as if surprised. It s so cute and charming. She turned
and raised an eyebrow. You really grew up here?
Ha, ha. What were you expecting? A tavern, a gas station, and some diner named Flo s, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]