Read Online A Love to Treasure (Sunriver Dreams Book 1) by Kimberly Rose Johnson - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Kimberly Rose Johnson
Tags: Sunriver Dreams Book One
Ads: Link
isn’t a hidden cameraman somewhere waiting to tell me I’ve been tricked?”
“I assure you. This is all on the up and up. Enjoy yourself and try to forget about what happened.”
“Easy for you to say. You don’t have a knot on the back of your head from the creep who broke into my rental.” She sighed. “Okay. I’ll stay, but I want new locks installed.”
“Actually, maintenance is working on that as we speak.” She handed her a new key. “If you will give them a couple of hours your place will be right as new by the time you return.”
“Really?”
She nodded and grinned wide before turning toward the building.
“Thank you,” Nicole called out as she set the letter on the passenger seat. “Grams, you have no idea what you’re asking me to do.” What about the burglars? What if they came back? Even though the chances of them returning weren’t good, it still made her nervous. And the ache in the back of her head was a constant reminder of what they were capable of.
She closed her eyes, remembering the happy times her family had here when she was a young child before everything changed. Being in Sunriver felt right—at least until this afternoon. If she could get that feeling back, then this was where she wanted to be. She headed to the village since her rental was being worked on. She probably should’ve gone to the river, but Connor would only bombard her with questions she wasn’t up to answering.
She needed to call the design company too. At least she had the book she’d purchased earlier and could lose herself in the story. Reading for pleasure had not been a priority for a very long time. In fact, taking time for any kind of pleasure had taken a backseat to life over the past several years. Between caring for Grams, finishing her Master’s degree, and her first year of teaching, fun had become obsolete.
Nicole parked then snatched up her purse and book and tucked the business card inside to use as a bookmark. She got out, went into Brewed Awakenings, and purchased an iced coffee. Now where to sit? Outside was far more tempting. She found an open table and sat. The business card poked out the top of the book.
“This had better not be a joke,” she murmured as she pressed in the phone number.
“Belafonte and Son’s Construction and Design. This is Bailey.”
“Hi. My name is Nicole Davis. I was given your business card and told to call about a master bedroom and bath job.”
“It’s nice to finally put a voice with the name. We’ve been expecting your call. Would it work for you if Mrs. Belafonte and I come over to your home tomorrow to see the space?”
Nicole let out the breath she’d been holding. In spite of everything, she’d been half-afraid this was a horrible joke. “Tomorrow will be fine.” They set a time and Nicole stuffed her phone into her purse. A tingle of excitement zipped through her in spite of everything.
She pulled out the thriller she’d heard great things about and tuned out the world around her. With care, she flipped to the first page while teetering on the edge of excitement in anticipation of the story. There was nothing like getting lost in a world of fiction.
Before long, she leaned back and stretched her legs forward, barely aware of the activity around her as tourists and locals strolled through the village. She reached for her coffee and was again reminded how much she liked this place. The book held her captive, and she flipped page after page.
“This is a surprise.”
Nicole startled and looked up. “Hi, Mark.” She moved her legs. “Want to sit?” He was out of uniform. Must’ve had a short day. She glanced at her watch and did a double take. She looked to her right. Long shadows shaded the plaza, and the air had cooled.
“Have you been here all afternoon?” He eased down into the chair beside her and crossed his ankle over his knee.
“Apparently.” Where had the time gone? No wonder her back and tailbone hurt.
He
“I assure you. This is all on the up and up. Enjoy yourself and try to forget about what happened.”
“Easy for you to say. You don’t have a knot on the back of your head from the creep who broke into my rental.” She sighed. “Okay. I’ll stay, but I want new locks installed.”
“Actually, maintenance is working on that as we speak.” She handed her a new key. “If you will give them a couple of hours your place will be right as new by the time you return.”
“Really?”
She nodded and grinned wide before turning toward the building.
“Thank you,” Nicole called out as she set the letter on the passenger seat. “Grams, you have no idea what you’re asking me to do.” What about the burglars? What if they came back? Even though the chances of them returning weren’t good, it still made her nervous. And the ache in the back of her head was a constant reminder of what they were capable of.
She closed her eyes, remembering the happy times her family had here when she was a young child before everything changed. Being in Sunriver felt right—at least until this afternoon. If she could get that feeling back, then this was where she wanted to be. She headed to the village since her rental was being worked on. She probably should’ve gone to the river, but Connor would only bombard her with questions she wasn’t up to answering.
She needed to call the design company too. At least she had the book she’d purchased earlier and could lose herself in the story. Reading for pleasure had not been a priority for a very long time. In fact, taking time for any kind of pleasure had taken a backseat to life over the past several years. Between caring for Grams, finishing her Master’s degree, and her first year of teaching, fun had become obsolete.
Nicole parked then snatched up her purse and book and tucked the business card inside to use as a bookmark. She got out, went into Brewed Awakenings, and purchased an iced coffee. Now where to sit? Outside was far more tempting. She found an open table and sat. The business card poked out the top of the book.
“This had better not be a joke,” she murmured as she pressed in the phone number.
“Belafonte and Son’s Construction and Design. This is Bailey.”
“Hi. My name is Nicole Davis. I was given your business card and told to call about a master bedroom and bath job.”
“It’s nice to finally put a voice with the name. We’ve been expecting your call. Would it work for you if Mrs. Belafonte and I come over to your home tomorrow to see the space?”
Nicole let out the breath she’d been holding. In spite of everything, she’d been half-afraid this was a horrible joke. “Tomorrow will be fine.” They set a time and Nicole stuffed her phone into her purse. A tingle of excitement zipped through her in spite of everything.
She pulled out the thriller she’d heard great things about and tuned out the world around her. With care, she flipped to the first page while teetering on the edge of excitement in anticipation of the story. There was nothing like getting lost in a world of fiction.
Before long, she leaned back and stretched her legs forward, barely aware of the activity around her as tourists and locals strolled through the village. She reached for her coffee and was again reminded how much she liked this place. The book held her captive, and she flipped page after page.
“This is a surprise.”
Nicole startled and looked up. “Hi, Mark.” She moved her legs. “Want to sit?” He was out of uniform. Must’ve had a short day. She glanced at her watch and did a double take. She looked to her right. Long shadows shaded the plaza, and the air had cooled.
“Have you been here all afternoon?” He eased down into the chair beside her and crossed his ankle over his knee.
“Apparently.” Where had the time gone? No wonder her back and tailbone hurt.
He
Similar Books
