Read Online She's Just Right (A Fairy Tale Romance) by Diane Darcy - Free Book Online

It’s close to my office and central to anywhere I need to show.”
    “You like your job?”
    “I love it.” She smiled. “The hours can be long. It actually feels like I’m running a dating service sometimes, you know? Trying to match the right house to the right family. It’s great.”
    She sounded like a hard worker. Not like his ex-wife.
    “Your house matches you,” she said.
    His brows rose. “You think?”
    “Sure. It’s big, quiet, and intimidating. Especially in the dark when you’re trying to break into the place.”
    Trevor laughed, not sure how to take the last part. “You don’t seem very intimidated.”
    Honey waved a hand. “Nervous chatter. Sorry. My fiancé is always telling me I talk too much when I’m trying to impress.”
    Trevor drew in a breath as intense disappointment swamped him. “You’re engaged?” his voice was level.
    “Yes,” she said, then sighed. “At least I think I still am. Christian isn’t taking my calls again.”
    Just like that the fun went out of the conversation. Which was ridiculous, because it was just as well. He reminded himself of his plan to avoid her, and forced himself to remember his ex-wife. She’d been pretty and charming, too.
    Besides, the fact that Honey was engaged just made avoiding her a whole lot easier. He turned onto the main road again.
    “Is it very far to your parents’ house?” she asked.
    “We’ll be there before you know it.” Hopefully he could rid himself of the irrational sense of loss he was feeling just as quickly.
    ***
     
    Dylan, Isaac, and Seth reeled in their lines. “Anything?” asked Dylan.
    Dylan watched as Seth fell to his knees at the edge of the Sacramento River, tugged a bit, then towed in the last of his line by hand. “It’s just some weeds.” He sounded disgusted. Carefully he pulled the weeds off the big hook, then flung the greenery back into the water.
    “Let’s try again,” said Isaac.
    Dylan lifted up his pole. “Okay, ready?”
    “Just a minute.” Seth pushed up his glasses, then tried to untangle the last bit of fishing line.
    Dylan waited impatiently for a moment, then set his pole down, knelt on the ground, and helped untangle it. “Do you want me to put a larger treble hook on?”
    Seth nodded. “Sure.”
    Dylan got into his dad’s tackle box, pushed aside a bar of soap, and snagged the last weighted-treble-hook he’d filched from his cousin. He attached it to Seth’s line.
    A car approached on the road above and the three of them froze. They were mostly hidden by the trees lining the river, but if anyone were specifically looking...
    “The warden?” Seth whispered.
    Dylan shook his head and everyone let out a breath as the car kept going. Snagging fish by any body part other than the mouth was illegal and they knew it. But they were proving a point. The warden couldn’t push them around anymore.
    Dylan looked at his two friends, both nervous, Seth’s thin face serious, and Isaac’s freckled one slightly scared. Dylan tried to think of something to say that would relax everyone. “Too bad we don’t have some explosives, huh? Or one of those fish shocking machines.”
    Isaac nodded slowly, and finally smiled. “That would be seriously cool. The fish would practically jump out of the water.”
    Dylan stood. “My cousin might be able to get us some explosives if I ask him.”
    “Seriously?” asked Seth.
    Dylan doubted it. His older cousin avoided him whenever possible, more interested in girls now than fishing. That was the only reason Dylan could swipe his hooks without retribution. But Dylan nodded anyway. “Totally. Are you ready?”
    The three of them took turns throwing out their lines as far as they could, then reeled and jerked the lines back toward shore.
    A minute later, Seth yelled. “I got something!”
    “Awesome!” said Dylan. Finally, they were going to have some fun! “Keep the line tight.”
    Isaac jumped from one foot to the other. “Don’t let it get