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walked up ahead of him, hauling her luggage and hoping he wouldn’t notice her struggle. She didn’t want his help, not that he offered.
He directed her to an empty guest room and continued walking past her, his footsteps heavy and swift against the gleaming hardwood floors. Cooper family pictures lined the walls in ornate frames, some of them obviously of relatives from many generations past. That was why Jack’s leaving it to her, possibly opening it up to being sold to strangers, made no sense. Gavin disappeared into the room at the end of the hallway and slammed the door behind him.
Macy stood motionless, still unsure whether she should unpack her things or return to the hotel. Things had gotten a little too real for her liking. It was one thing to snipe back and forth over his perceived slights, quite another for her to essentially disrespect his father’s memory. Staying in the house seemed like a good idea, the best way to get a feel for the place so she could decide what to do. But that was before she knew that Gavin would be here, as well.
Was she so determined to show Gavin he couldn’t push her around that she was willing to endure his angry presence until she went home? And what about when she left? Would she demand that he move out or leave him to occupy the house she owned? Not wanting to be caught standing in the doorway staring at his room if he came out, she closed the door behind her and dropped her bags on the queen-sized bed.
The plush comforter, ornate and meticulously clean tables and dresser, and tasteful window treatments were everything the Cooper family represented: wealth, style, and comfort. Though spotless hardwood floors dominated most of the house, this bedroom was carpeted in thick, ivory shag. Macy kicked off her shoes and let her feet sink into the luxurious carpet, relishing the temporary bliss. She heard him leave his room and pass her door as he headed downstairs. Dinner with Gavin could be torturous, or it could give them an opportunity to call a cease-fire, at least for the duration of her visit.
Nah, she should slip out and grab something to eat at a restaurant or hide out in her room until he went to sleep. Either choice was preferable to sharing a meal with him, alone in this house. On the other hand, she couldn’t let him see how uncomfortable he’d made her. She was well within her rights to be in the house, and letting him push her around wasn’t going to get her anywhere.
• • •
Gavin turned a beautiful strip steak over on the grill and smiled at Merle, who was rolling around on his back, clearly enjoying the evening and unconcerned about their houseguest. He could see Macy inside, poking around in the kitchen, surveying the refrigerator and opening cabinets. Torn between wanting her to get the hell out of the house and convincing her to let him buy it, he set the steaks on the oversized platter waiting on the side of the grill. He couldn’t stand around in the backyard, burning steaks and avoiding her all night. Best to go in and face the situation head-on. Merle seemed content to bask in the waning sun, so Gavin closed the lid on the grill and carried the platter to the back door that led into the kitchen. Macy’s head jerked up in surprise, the knife she was using to chop up vegetables for a salad nearly slipping from her grip.
“Careful. If we have to go to the emergency room, dinner will get cold.” He kicked the door closed behind him and set the platter on the counter. He reached around her to grab a couple of pot holders, brushing against her and tamping down the
zing
of energy that sparked between them. She ducked out of his reach as though burned. “Don’t worry,” he said as he slipped the oven mitts onto his hands and held them up in innocence. “I’m not going to try to kiss you or anything.”
“I know that,” she snapped, though the hint of a blush crept up her neck and into her cheeks.
“I’ll let you finish that.” He indicated
He directed her to an empty guest room and continued walking past her, his footsteps heavy and swift against the gleaming hardwood floors. Cooper family pictures lined the walls in ornate frames, some of them obviously of relatives from many generations past. That was why Jack’s leaving it to her, possibly opening it up to being sold to strangers, made no sense. Gavin disappeared into the room at the end of the hallway and slammed the door behind him.
Macy stood motionless, still unsure whether she should unpack her things or return to the hotel. Things had gotten a little too real for her liking. It was one thing to snipe back and forth over his perceived slights, quite another for her to essentially disrespect his father’s memory. Staying in the house seemed like a good idea, the best way to get a feel for the place so she could decide what to do. But that was before she knew that Gavin would be here, as well.
Was she so determined to show Gavin he couldn’t push her around that she was willing to endure his angry presence until she went home? And what about when she left? Would she demand that he move out or leave him to occupy the house she owned? Not wanting to be caught standing in the doorway staring at his room if he came out, she closed the door behind her and dropped her bags on the queen-sized bed.
The plush comforter, ornate and meticulously clean tables and dresser, and tasteful window treatments were everything the Cooper family represented: wealth, style, and comfort. Though spotless hardwood floors dominated most of the house, this bedroom was carpeted in thick, ivory shag. Macy kicked off her shoes and let her feet sink into the luxurious carpet, relishing the temporary bliss. She heard him leave his room and pass her door as he headed downstairs. Dinner with Gavin could be torturous, or it could give them an opportunity to call a cease-fire, at least for the duration of her visit.
Nah, she should slip out and grab something to eat at a restaurant or hide out in her room until he went to sleep. Either choice was preferable to sharing a meal with him, alone in this house. On the other hand, she couldn’t let him see how uncomfortable he’d made her. She was well within her rights to be in the house, and letting him push her around wasn’t going to get her anywhere.
• • •
Gavin turned a beautiful strip steak over on the grill and smiled at Merle, who was rolling around on his back, clearly enjoying the evening and unconcerned about their houseguest. He could see Macy inside, poking around in the kitchen, surveying the refrigerator and opening cabinets. Torn between wanting her to get the hell out of the house and convincing her to let him buy it, he set the steaks on the oversized platter waiting on the side of the grill. He couldn’t stand around in the backyard, burning steaks and avoiding her all night. Best to go in and face the situation head-on. Merle seemed content to bask in the waning sun, so Gavin closed the lid on the grill and carried the platter to the back door that led into the kitchen. Macy’s head jerked up in surprise, the knife she was using to chop up vegetables for a salad nearly slipping from her grip.
“Careful. If we have to go to the emergency room, dinner will get cold.” He kicked the door closed behind him and set the platter on the counter. He reached around her to grab a couple of pot holders, brushing against her and tamping down the
zing
of energy that sparked between them. She ducked out of his reach as though burned. “Don’t worry,” he said as he slipped the oven mitts onto his hands and held them up in innocence. “I’m not going to try to kiss you or anything.”
“I know that,” she snapped, though the hint of a blush crept up her neck and into her cheeks.
“I’ll let you finish that.” He indicated
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