Her Lakeside Family. Lenora Worth

hit Accept on her cell and reminded herself she was doing this to increase exposure for her fledgling construction company. And because she loved the old lake house Santo had purchased. Not quite Victorian and not quite Craftsman, the rambling white house with its deep porches and sturdy staircases begged for a new life and a good family. She’d be the one to give it new life and Santo could supply the family, but she planned to showcase this project big-time to increase awareness of the skills she and her employees could provide.

      “Hello,” she said into the phone, her eyes on that tempting cupcake with the marshmallow icing.

      “Uh, hi. It’s Santo. Did you still want to meet to go over the details of the renovations for the lake house?”

      Davina groaned and glanced at the clock. “Uh...yes. I am so sorry. I forgot we agreed to meet tonight.”

      How could she have missed that important detail? Maybe because she’d been so busy all day, she’d agreed to this meeting in passing and didn’t type it into her phone’s calendar with a reminder.

      She heard him inhale. “You weren’t there when I got home, so we didn’t verify.”

      Had he missed her?

      Smiling, she said, “No, I left early to meet Rikki at the lake house. We went over the whole house and I think we have a good plan. I just forgot about you coming here. I’m so sorry.”

      “It’s okay, but I’d love to hear all about it,” he said. “Mrs. Brownlee is available to stay with the children.” He took a long breath. “And she made this amazing shrimp dish. I could bring some over.”

      This sounded almost like dinner, together. A date?

      Davina didn’t want to panic, but she felt that fluttering in her heart. It wasn’t a good idea to get involved with a client. But then, she’d never had a client like this one. No wonder she’d pushed their meeting out of her head. She had to, to get him out of her head.

      When she didn’t answer, he rushed on. “I did come home early but I wanted to visit with the children and help them with their homework.”

      Davina had to admit that was sweet and impressive after the confusion and chaos she’d seen at his house a week ago. She was tired and she needed that cupcake. But she’d also agreed to meet him here so they could have some quiet time to discuss the lake house. And she really wanted to discuss that project in full.

      “Do we need to reschedule?” he asked, the hesitation showing her a crack in his moody demeanor. At least he was coming around on being involved in the day-to-day decisions of renovating a house.

      “Of course not,” she said. “I’m here and I’m ready.”

      She ended the call and stared at her chocolate dinner. “You’re going to have to wait,” she decided, not wanting to gulp down her cupcake right before she met with him.

      Grabbing a banana instead, she ate it and then fluffed her hair and put on some lip gloss and mascara.

      She wouldn’t change out of her leggings and tunic, however.

      Davina had an early day tomorrow so she planned on staying casual and comfortable tonight. In spite of her rapidly beating heart.

      * * *

      She invited him in and plopped a huge chocolate cupcake on the counter. “I haven’t had anything to eat since breakfast,” Davina announced. “I’m starving and I’m going to eat this before I go to bed or someone is going to pay.”

      Santo actually chuckled and felt something like a jolt of heat moving through his heart. “And hello to you, too.”

      “Sorry.” Her green eyes reminded him of a lush tropical forest. “I’ve had a long day and I’m mortified that I completely forgot this meeting. That’s not how I conduct business.”

      Santo should have insisted they cancel but he’d been looking forward to this all day long. But obviously, Davina had a lot more on her mind than spending a couple of hours with him. Which should have been okay, only he had to admit he felt a bit disappointed. But he’d get past that because she wasn’t here to sit around with him. She had a lot of work to do yet.

      Since he was here now, he carried on. “I’ve had some of the best shrimp fettuccine I’ve ever eaten for dinner,” he said, handing her a warm plate covered with foil. “Miss Virginia is an amazing cook and she insisted I bring this over to you.”

      Davina’s eyes lit up, causing yet another aftershock to charge through him. The woman was like an exotic chameleon, ever-changing. Then she said, “Are you going to feed me?”

      He liked the way she asked that with a bit of a dare. “Yes, I am,” he said. “Because I’ve had a long day, too, and...I want to make some changes in my life. That’s one reason I wanted to talk to you alone tonight, without any interruptions from my wonderful children or their equally wonderful nanny.”

      She eyed him as if he’d turned into a sea monster. “You mean changes such as being on time and being a little more organized? Or maybe being more available?”

      “Ouch.” Did he look like a total loser to her? “Yeah, those things and more.” Watching as she sank onto a bar stool and dug into the shrimp dish with gusto, he said, “I guess I need to work on a lot of things.” Then he glanced around the little beach-themed apartment. “At least Miss Virginia got the children to bed on time. She’s a keeper.”

      “I’m sorry,” she said between bites. “I shouldn’t have implied you’re not organized and involved with these projects. It’s obvious you’re doing the best you can. And yes, Mrs. Brownlee is a jewel.”

      Santo stayed across from her, the kitchen island separating them. He needed a buffer to remind him he’d hired her to help him, not so he could stand here and stare at her. “No, you have every right to be a little put out with me. First, I mistook you for the nanny and shoved one of my screaming children at you and then I left you and the real nanny standing in the middle of my den. And tonight, I didn’t call until it was almost too late to have a business meeting. We could do this some other time.”

      “No, no,” she said, waving her hand. “You’re here now and I shouldn’t judge you. I don’t have children but I grew up in a big, crazy family. My mom, bless her, was always running behind. It drove me nuts but now I’m beginning to appreciate her efforts a whole lot more.” She shrugged. “I have four siblings, so growing up, I watched several train wrecks and a whole lot of drama being played out. All my life, I only wanted some peace and quiet and to be my own person. I became a nomad of sorts, just to be by myself.”

      “So you don’t get along with your family?”

      “We get along,” she explained. “Well, my older brother is also in construction and he resents me a tad but I ignore him. My younger brother is in the army so I don’t get to see him much. But my sisters Tilly and Alana and I are close. We butt heads but we love each other.”

      She saw the darkness in his eyes, the searching glance.

      “Do you ever get lonely?” he asked, the ache of his own loneliness echoing out around them.

      “All the time,” she admitted. “It’s hard being a woman in construction but...I’ve always loved old houses and I want to fix up the one I grew up in one day. It’s a beauty but it’s falling apart. I want to do that for my parents if they’ll allow me. We are a proud clan.” She went on to tell him about her father’s health and struggles. “I want to do what I can to keep them afloat since they’ve supported all of us through thick and thin.”

      Santo could see the remorse and the pride in her expression and in her eyes. Her amazing green eyes. “A big family, huh? That explains why you didn’t complain when I threw Nate at you. You’re probably used to that kind of messy morning.”

      She smiled at that. A pretty smile that seemed to make this tiny space shrink even more and go at least twenty degrees warmer. “Yes. I’m