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Authors: Robyn Grady
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Griffin would have taken control of Toomey Constructions, a major feather in his business tycoon cap.
But neither of them had intended to hurt her.
No one had flat out schemed.
And as far as the more important ‘here and now’ went…Griffin was really trying.
Since he’d found out about the baby, he still ran both companies, but more and more by electronic means, same way she and Jace kept VeeTee Fashions running smoothly for now. On a highly personal note, Griffin was caring without being smothering. Organized without trying to takeover the show. He seemed, well, relaxed about the prospect of becoming a dad.
And that confirmed at least one thing. She’d been right not to accept Griffin’s proposal.
One day…maybe.
She would know when―or if―it was the right time, even if Griffin didn’t.
Now Vanessa headed off, gloved hands stuck in parka pockets, but then she stopped, pulled off her beanie and listened. The sound echoed again through the treetops. Isolated. Sharp. Like the crack of a whip or bang of an air gun.
Vanessa guessed way more likely that someone was belting in a few nails. Maybe building a birdhouse or extending a back deck. One thing was for sure. It wasn’t Griffin out in the snow, hammer in hand. Although he had mentioned putting up a cubbyhouse out front of his place. He’d even drawn up some rough plans, and had spoken with Max Devlin’s teenage son, who was apparently very creative with timber.
Had they started already?
Beanie back on, Vanessa made her way toward Griffin’s place. And, yes, someone was in the front yard. Not a teenager, though. Rather a tall gorgeous man dressed in a winter jacket and boots. As she came nearer, he straightened from measuring a length of timber. Then he set aside the tape to reach for a tool. Like, automatically . Without a second thought. He picked up the hammer and positioned a nail on the wood.
The hammer swung back and―
Vanessa bit her lip, shut her eyes.
Griffin had told her, and more than once. He was no good at that stuff. He didn’t ‘build’. For fear of inevitable injury, he supervised. And yet…
The sound of hammer head hitting nail echoed through the air again, clear and precise. Vanessa opened one eye, then the other, and released that pent up breath. Because there he was. Doing what he wouldn’t or couldn’t have done a year ago.
Then ( oh god ) it happened.
His arm swung back. The hammer struck. But not the nail this time. His poor brave thumb.
Griffin jumped, dropped the hammer and swore loud enough to shake the leaves on next block’s bushes.
It was horrible . There was absolutely no reason to laugh. But she did. It just…came out.
His gaze snapped up. Sucking the side of his thumb, he strode through last night’s glistening layer of snow to the fence.
Vanessa swallowed the laughter and put on a curious face. “What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He stuck out his hand and presented the wound. “I’m having fun.”
When she laughed again, his scowl vanished and he laughed, too. And that look on his face, so fresh and alive and inviting… Vanesssa could smell that hot chocolate now. The warmth of his home.
Which meant she ought to be on her way.
“I need to get in a walk before it snows again.”
“Sure thing.”
He looked as if he was about to lean over the fence and grab a kiss before he remembered that particular state of affairs was currently off limits.
Instead, he hooked that sore thumb over his shoulder. “I’ll get back to it then.”
Did he know what he was saying? Doing? He was walking away, sweeping that hammer off the ground where he’d dropped it, and actually going back for more?
She entered through the gate and stood behind him as he lifted the hammer again. This time it struck the nail dead on. The next time, too, and the next and the next.
He was totally absorbed. But finally he must have sensed her standing there behind him. He lowered the hammer, turned around and
But neither of them had intended to hurt her.
No one had flat out schemed.
And as far as the more important ‘here and now’ went…Griffin was really trying.
Since he’d found out about the baby, he still ran both companies, but more and more by electronic means, same way she and Jace kept VeeTee Fashions running smoothly for now. On a highly personal note, Griffin was caring without being smothering. Organized without trying to takeover the show. He seemed, well, relaxed about the prospect of becoming a dad.
And that confirmed at least one thing. She’d been right not to accept Griffin’s proposal.
One day…maybe.
She would know when―or if―it was the right time, even if Griffin didn’t.
Now Vanessa headed off, gloved hands stuck in parka pockets, but then she stopped, pulled off her beanie and listened. The sound echoed again through the treetops. Isolated. Sharp. Like the crack of a whip or bang of an air gun.
Vanessa guessed way more likely that someone was belting in a few nails. Maybe building a birdhouse or extending a back deck. One thing was for sure. It wasn’t Griffin out in the snow, hammer in hand. Although he had mentioned putting up a cubbyhouse out front of his place. He’d even drawn up some rough plans, and had spoken with Max Devlin’s teenage son, who was apparently very creative with timber.
Had they started already?
Beanie back on, Vanessa made her way toward Griffin’s place. And, yes, someone was in the front yard. Not a teenager, though. Rather a tall gorgeous man dressed in a winter jacket and boots. As she came nearer, he straightened from measuring a length of timber. Then he set aside the tape to reach for a tool. Like, automatically . Without a second thought. He picked up the hammer and positioned a nail on the wood.
The hammer swung back and―
Vanessa bit her lip, shut her eyes.
Griffin had told her, and more than once. He was no good at that stuff. He didn’t ‘build’. For fear of inevitable injury, he supervised. And yet…
The sound of hammer head hitting nail echoed through the air again, clear and precise. Vanessa opened one eye, then the other, and released that pent up breath. Because there he was. Doing what he wouldn’t or couldn’t have done a year ago.
Then ( oh god ) it happened.
His arm swung back. The hammer struck. But not the nail this time. His poor brave thumb.
Griffin jumped, dropped the hammer and swore loud enough to shake the leaves on next block’s bushes.
It was horrible . There was absolutely no reason to laugh. But she did. It just…came out.
His gaze snapped up. Sucking the side of his thumb, he strode through last night’s glistening layer of snow to the fence.
Vanessa swallowed the laughter and put on a curious face. “What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He stuck out his hand and presented the wound. “I’m having fun.”
When she laughed again, his scowl vanished and he laughed, too. And that look on his face, so fresh and alive and inviting… Vanesssa could smell that hot chocolate now. The warmth of his home.
Which meant she ought to be on her way.
“I need to get in a walk before it snows again.”
“Sure thing.”
He looked as if he was about to lean over the fence and grab a kiss before he remembered that particular state of affairs was currently off limits.
Instead, he hooked that sore thumb over his shoulder. “I’ll get back to it then.”
Did he know what he was saying? Doing? He was walking away, sweeping that hammer off the ground where he’d dropped it, and actually going back for more?
She entered through the gate and stood behind him as he lifted the hammer again. This time it struck the nail dead on. The next time, too, and the next and the next.
He was totally absorbed. But finally he must have sensed her standing there behind him. He lowered the hammer, turned around and
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