Read Online Needs A Little TLC (Spinning Hills Romance 2) by Inés Saint - Free Book Online
Authors: Inés Saint
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Adult, Romantic Comedy, Friendship, small town, Bachelor, reconciliation, Community, Ohio, quirky, Hometown, Forever Love, Single Woman, Family Tradition, Spinning Hills, Town History, Amador Brothers, Hammer & Nails, Renovating Houses, Line Streets, Old-Fashion Town, Settling Down, Houseful Of Love, Real Estate Agent, Ten Years, Small Agency, Partnership, Always Love, Little TLC
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anxiety and you want to talk things through, I’m here for you, bro. But if you’ve got things to work out and you want to work them out on her grandmother’s old house, I’ll just go take a peek every few days and analyze what it all means.”
Sam looked away, ignoring them, but his shoulders and back were beginning to hurt from remaining rigid.
“I think we should go,” Dan said to Johnny. Sam turned to see them heading toward the door. “We’re going to stop by and help Cassie set up the office she signed off on yesterday afternoon. We’ll leave you and the contract alone.”
They left and Sam pulled the contract back out, annoyed that Dan had been right. He picked up a pen, but his hand wavered above his printed name. Yesterday’s confrontation had made an already uncomfortable situation all the more awkward. He didn’t need it. But he blew a short breath out and scribbled his signature anyway.
Then he looked Cassie’s blog up again. The time stamp for her current post was just after midnight. It seemed he wasn’t the only who’d had trouble sleeping. She was announcing her new headquarters and it was all straightforward enough. Until he got to her reasoning for moving to the Dayton region.
When I walk the streets of Dayton, I feel like I’m stepping into old, important memories. No, Dayton is not New York, LA, or Chicago. You won’t see it star in movies. People don’t wear I L OVE D AYTON T-shirts in every corner of the globe. But none of those cities knows what it’s like to truly be forgotten. I like that Dayton knows. I’ve never forgotten it. And I’m coming home.
Her words struck a deep chord.
They could make this partnership work. What they needed was a fresh start.
The day before, he’d done a thorough inspection of Maddie’s house and had found Cassie’s old bike abandoned in a cobwebbed corner of the attic. It was all rust and missing parts.
He didn’t have time to spare, but it was still early and one day would be enough for him to restore the sky-blue and white bike to its original glory. It would be a peace offering, of sorts, without having to go through a heavy and uncomfortable conversation.
Cassie and Jessica stared up at the rubble stone-and-stucco cottage that would now house their headquarters. Wood shingles, sharply pointed gables, and rolling eaves gave it the kind of whimsical charm that fueled fantasies. “I’m in love,” Jessica said, echoing Cassie’s sentiments.
“Me, too. But what’s that smell?”
They sniffed around until they found the source. Cassie wrinkled her nose. “No way clients will feel the magic if they’re accosted by a pile of dog poop when they visit the office.”
“I’ll get a plastic bag out of my car before we leave and you pick it up.”
“Fine.” Cassie rolled her eyes and sighed.
Jessica grabbed her hand. “Come on. I want to get another good look at the inside before I head out. There are tons of thrift shops and antique stores in the area where I can find exactly what we need.”
“Cassidy McGillicuddy, is that you?” a voice called out before Cassie could turn the key.
A middle-aged woman was staring at her from the sidewalk. She squinted and half-smiled in recognition. The years had been kind to Mrs. Flannigan. Cassie remembered her as the young, newly minted second-grade teacher Dan, Sam, and Johnny each had a crush on. “Mrs. Flannigan?” The woman nodded and Cassie walked over to give her a hug.
“No one told me you were back in town,” Mrs. Flannigan exclaimed when they parted.
“Few people know it, but it’ll spread soon enough. I’m a Realtor now and I’m opening an office here. This is my associate, Jessica Carter. Jessica, this is Mrs. Flannigan. She used to teach second grade at the elementary school here.”
“I still do,” she said as she reached out to shake Jessica’s hand. “Will you be listing Sam’s properties?” she asked.
It was a logical deduction, but it reminded her
Sam looked away, ignoring them, but his shoulders and back were beginning to hurt from remaining rigid.
“I think we should go,” Dan said to Johnny. Sam turned to see them heading toward the door. “We’re going to stop by and help Cassie set up the office she signed off on yesterday afternoon. We’ll leave you and the contract alone.”
They left and Sam pulled the contract back out, annoyed that Dan had been right. He picked up a pen, but his hand wavered above his printed name. Yesterday’s confrontation had made an already uncomfortable situation all the more awkward. He didn’t need it. But he blew a short breath out and scribbled his signature anyway.
Then he looked Cassie’s blog up again. The time stamp for her current post was just after midnight. It seemed he wasn’t the only who’d had trouble sleeping. She was announcing her new headquarters and it was all straightforward enough. Until he got to her reasoning for moving to the Dayton region.
When I walk the streets of Dayton, I feel like I’m stepping into old, important memories. No, Dayton is not New York, LA, or Chicago. You won’t see it star in movies. People don’t wear I L OVE D AYTON T-shirts in every corner of the globe. But none of those cities knows what it’s like to truly be forgotten. I like that Dayton knows. I’ve never forgotten it. And I’m coming home.
Her words struck a deep chord.
They could make this partnership work. What they needed was a fresh start.
The day before, he’d done a thorough inspection of Maddie’s house and had found Cassie’s old bike abandoned in a cobwebbed corner of the attic. It was all rust and missing parts.
He didn’t have time to spare, but it was still early and one day would be enough for him to restore the sky-blue and white bike to its original glory. It would be a peace offering, of sorts, without having to go through a heavy and uncomfortable conversation.
Cassie and Jessica stared up at the rubble stone-and-stucco cottage that would now house their headquarters. Wood shingles, sharply pointed gables, and rolling eaves gave it the kind of whimsical charm that fueled fantasies. “I’m in love,” Jessica said, echoing Cassie’s sentiments.
“Me, too. But what’s that smell?”
They sniffed around until they found the source. Cassie wrinkled her nose. “No way clients will feel the magic if they’re accosted by a pile of dog poop when they visit the office.”
“I’ll get a plastic bag out of my car before we leave and you pick it up.”
“Fine.” Cassie rolled her eyes and sighed.
Jessica grabbed her hand. “Come on. I want to get another good look at the inside before I head out. There are tons of thrift shops and antique stores in the area where I can find exactly what we need.”
“Cassidy McGillicuddy, is that you?” a voice called out before Cassie could turn the key.
A middle-aged woman was staring at her from the sidewalk. She squinted and half-smiled in recognition. The years had been kind to Mrs. Flannigan. Cassie remembered her as the young, newly minted second-grade teacher Dan, Sam, and Johnny each had a crush on. “Mrs. Flannigan?” The woman nodded and Cassie walked over to give her a hug.
“No one told me you were back in town,” Mrs. Flannigan exclaimed when they parted.
“Few people know it, but it’ll spread soon enough. I’m a Realtor now and I’m opening an office here. This is my associate, Jessica Carter. Jessica, this is Mrs. Flannigan. She used to teach second grade at the elementary school here.”
“I still do,” she said as she reached out to shake Jessica’s hand. “Will you be listing Sam’s properties?” she asked.
It was a logical deduction, but it reminded her
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