The Bachelor Next Door. Kathryn Springer

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      Time for Love

      Dedicating all his time to the family business isn’t easy for Brendan Kane. But he owes his foster parents big-time for taking him and his brothers in. And if he has to give up the possibility of a relationship—so be it. So when Brendan’s mother hires Lily Michaels to redecorate the family home, it doesn’t matter to Brendan that Lily is beautiful. And funny. And smart. He has no time for distractions. Can Lily show him there’s more to life…and that it includes a future together?

      Castle Falls:

      Three rugged brothers meet their matches.

      “What are you doing here?”

      Lily had practically skipped down the hall to Sonia’s office and now had bumped into a wall she hadn’t encountered on her first tour of the house. One that was solid. Warm.

      “That’s funny.” One dark eyebrow lifted. “I was about to ask you the same question.”

      If it was funny, then why wasn’t he smiling?

      “I’m going to do some prep work.”

      Her explanation was met with silence. Lily tried again. “Scrub the walls. Tape around the windows and trim—”

      “I know what prep work is,” Brendan interrupted. “But why are you in here?”

      Lily took a deep breath. Prayed for patience. “Because this is the room I’ll be painting first.”

      “No.”

      Manager or not, she was getting a little tired of the man’s high-handed ways.

      “My employer—” Lily couldn’t help but press down on the word “—gave me a list of the rooms she wanted me to paint, and this office happens to be one of them. Is there a problem?”

      Yes. There was.

      KATHRYN SPRINGER

      is a lifelong Wisconsin resident. Growing up in a “newspaper” family, she spent long hours as a child plunking out stories on her mother’s typewriter and hasn’t stopped writing since. She loves to write inspirational romance because it allows her to combine her faith in God with her love of a happy ending.

      The Bachelor Next Door

      Kathryn Springer

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      He is like a tree planted by streams of water,

      Which yields its fruit in season

      And whose leaf does not wither.

      Whatever he does prospers.

      —Psalms 1:3

      Contents

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Epilogue

      Dear Reader,

       Excerpt

      Chapter One

      He didn’t have time for this.

      Brendan Kane followed the path of destruction down the hall to the living room, where tiny pieces of white foam scattered across the hardwood floor made it look as if an early snowfall had swept across Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. The trail wound between the coffee table and leather recliner and disappeared behind the sofa.

      Brendan knelt down for a better look. Sure enough, peering at him over a barricade of stolen goods was the perpetrator of the latest crime spree. A slightly overweight basset hound happily stripping the remaining leaves from the branch of a silk ficus his mother had rescued from the curb just moments before it was devoured by the steel jaws of the garbage truck.

      Because rescuing things was part of Sunni’s M.O., which was how Brendan had ended up with Missy, a troublesome canine who preferred leather shoes, artificial plants and, yes, even the occasional sofa pillow, over rawhide chews.

      “There are laws against vandalism, you know.” He scowled at the dog but she ignored him. It reminded Brendan of Sunni’s response when he’d told her that he was too busy to care for a pet.

      A few months ago, his mother had started volunteering at the local animal shelter, and it had become her personal mission to find homes for all the stray dogs and cats that came in on her watch. Sunni was gaining quite a reputation in Castle Falls for her ability to match an animal with just the right owner. But so far, when it came to her oldest son, she was 0 for 3.

      Brendan had been waiting for her to realize that he was the common denominator in all the failed relationships.

      “This is strike three, you know.” And he was out. “You’re going to have to chew someone else out of house and—” Brendan paused as his cell phone began to blast the theme song from Mission: Impossible, signaling an incoming call from his youngest brother.

      Brendan stabbed at the green circle on the screen. “What?”

      “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” Aiden’s low chuckle rattled in his ear. “Are you busy?”

      “I’m always busy.” Brendan narrowed his eyes at the basset hound. She’d dropped the ficus branch and was eyeing his shoelaces as if they were the next item on the buffet. “Don’t even think about it,”