Read Online The Accidental Mrs. Mackenzie by Bonnie K. Winn - Free Book Online
Authors: Bonnie K. Winn
Ads: Link
outside, she spotted Matt with two staffers. His truck was pulled into the wide circular drive and an ATV sat in the bed of the pickup. Swallowing her apprehension, Brynn ventured closer. Matt looked up for a moment, glanced back at the young man he was talking to, then looked again at Brynn.
Nervously she swiped her hands against the legs of her jeans, feeling self-conscious in the tailored clothes. She smiled at him gamely, wishing the tour was already over. Always uncomfortable around men, she didn’t relish time spent alone with this one. Had it been Gregory—the man whose face she’d come to know as well as her own—it would be different. He would gently take her hand and walk with her along the paths they had separately jogged for months. Then he would—
“Brynn. Brynn, ” Matt repeated, wondering where she’d slipped off to. When she’d walked outside, it had taken a moment for him to recognize her. His eyes had been riveted by her impossibly long legs, the curve of her slender waist and the unmistakable flare of additional curves. And his gut had responded immediately with an instinctive jolt that didn’t feel even a fraction brotherly.
The breeze blew back her hair, long dark strands that curled over her shoulders, revealing her features, obscured only by her gargantuan glasses. Matt had the ridiculous urge to pull them off, to see just what they hid. Instead, he tried again to catch her attention. “Earth to Brynn.”
She flushed, apparently embarrassed she’d been caught daydreaming. “I’m sorry. I was thinking about something else.”
“It’s all right.” He gestured at her new clothes. “Looks like you got outfitted for the day.”
She ran a hand over the unfamiliar jeans. “Yes... They still seem strange.”
“They don’t look strange.” He’d meant to sound casual, but instead his gaze lingered a fraction too long on her legs, before traveling upward to her face.
Sudden awareness vibrated between them.
But this time the urge to flee he’d seen in her expression combined with something else—something Matt knew he had to be imagining. That spark couldn’t be coming from his brother’s bride.
Gregory. He had to remember his brother. He was the reason Matt was showing the property to Brynn. He was the reason she was here at all.
“Are you ready, then?” Matt asked gruffly, turning away.
Taken aback by his abrupt tone, she hastened toward the truck. “Yes. I didn’t mean to hold you up.”
“I know. You don’t want to be any trouble.”
“Yes, no. I mean, you’re right. I don’t.”
It wasn’t her fault she made a simple pair of jeans look more appealing than the best of Victoria’s Secret. He muttered a reply as he opened the truck and waited for her to climb inside.
Pulling away from the driveway, Matt couldn’t help noticing that she’d perched on the seat like a child taking her first train ride—staring at the sights eagerly. Withholding a sigh, he swallowed his own unreasonable attitude. “You can see one of the closer lifts right over there.”
“Oh! And you can walk right out the front door of the lodge and climb on. What a clever idea!”
Her enthusiasm was contagious. While the resort had always meant a lot to him, it wasn’t often he found outsiders who shared his enthusiasm. But then she wasn’t an outsider, he had to remind himself.
Matt pointed up the sloping mountain. “And there’s the alpine slide, one of the off-season activities.”
“Do you get many guests when it’s not ski season? Is there anything for them to do?”
“We get more guests every year. We’ve begun advertising as a true four-season resort.” His tone turned wry. “And we find a few things for them to do—hiking, backpacking, kayaking—or you can ride the wind via sailboard.”
“And that’s enough to get people to come way out here?”
“We have trout fishing—three creeks run through Eagle Point. And there’s horseback riding, miles of alpine dirt
Nervously she swiped her hands against the legs of her jeans, feeling self-conscious in the tailored clothes. She smiled at him gamely, wishing the tour was already over. Always uncomfortable around men, she didn’t relish time spent alone with this one. Had it been Gregory—the man whose face she’d come to know as well as her own—it would be different. He would gently take her hand and walk with her along the paths they had separately jogged for months. Then he would—
“Brynn. Brynn, ” Matt repeated, wondering where she’d slipped off to. When she’d walked outside, it had taken a moment for him to recognize her. His eyes had been riveted by her impossibly long legs, the curve of her slender waist and the unmistakable flare of additional curves. And his gut had responded immediately with an instinctive jolt that didn’t feel even a fraction brotherly.
The breeze blew back her hair, long dark strands that curled over her shoulders, revealing her features, obscured only by her gargantuan glasses. Matt had the ridiculous urge to pull them off, to see just what they hid. Instead, he tried again to catch her attention. “Earth to Brynn.”
She flushed, apparently embarrassed she’d been caught daydreaming. “I’m sorry. I was thinking about something else.”
“It’s all right.” He gestured at her new clothes. “Looks like you got outfitted for the day.”
She ran a hand over the unfamiliar jeans. “Yes... They still seem strange.”
“They don’t look strange.” He’d meant to sound casual, but instead his gaze lingered a fraction too long on her legs, before traveling upward to her face.
Sudden awareness vibrated between them.
But this time the urge to flee he’d seen in her expression combined with something else—something Matt knew he had to be imagining. That spark couldn’t be coming from his brother’s bride.
Gregory. He had to remember his brother. He was the reason Matt was showing the property to Brynn. He was the reason she was here at all.
“Are you ready, then?” Matt asked gruffly, turning away.
Taken aback by his abrupt tone, she hastened toward the truck. “Yes. I didn’t mean to hold you up.”
“I know. You don’t want to be any trouble.”
“Yes, no. I mean, you’re right. I don’t.”
It wasn’t her fault she made a simple pair of jeans look more appealing than the best of Victoria’s Secret. He muttered a reply as he opened the truck and waited for her to climb inside.
Pulling away from the driveway, Matt couldn’t help noticing that she’d perched on the seat like a child taking her first train ride—staring at the sights eagerly. Withholding a sigh, he swallowed his own unreasonable attitude. “You can see one of the closer lifts right over there.”
“Oh! And you can walk right out the front door of the lodge and climb on. What a clever idea!”
Her enthusiasm was contagious. While the resort had always meant a lot to him, it wasn’t often he found outsiders who shared his enthusiasm. But then she wasn’t an outsider, he had to remind himself.
Matt pointed up the sloping mountain. “And there’s the alpine slide, one of the off-season activities.”
“Do you get many guests when it’s not ski season? Is there anything for them to do?”
“We get more guests every year. We’ve begun advertising as a true four-season resort.” His tone turned wry. “And we find a few things for them to do—hiking, backpacking, kayaking—or you can ride the wind via sailboard.”
“And that’s enough to get people to come way out here?”
“We have trout fishing—three creeks run through Eagle Point. And there’s horseback riding, miles of alpine dirt
Similar Books
