Meant To Be Hers. Joan Kilby

she led him straight to the kitchen. “It’s even nicer than it looked online.”

      “Have a seat,” Carly said. “Do you want a cup of coffee, or a beer?”

      “A beer sounds great.” He sat at the table. “That’s something I should buy for myself, though, right?”

      “If you were staying, yes.” She handed him a beer from the fridge and crossed her arms. “You say you’re doing a PhD. What’s your thesis topic?”

      “Astrophysics,” Taylor said, “Pulsar activity.”

      “Pulsars. What are those exactly?”

      Behind his glasses, Taylor’s eyes glowed. “When a star explodes it leaves behind pieces no bigger than a grain of salt. Yet each grain weighs more than the sum total of every human being on Earth.”

      “I didn’t know that.” Drawn in despite herself, Carly sank into a chair.

      “The tiny grains emit pulses of light that travel clear across the universe.” Taylor waved raw-boned, big-knuckled hands as he warmed to his subject. “I’m hoping to pick up pulsars from trillions of light-years away.”

      The scientific details meant little to Carly but she was impressed with the way Taylor lit up like a supernova when he spoke of his research. If only the clients she dealt with had that kind of excitement for their profession, her job would be so much more rewarding. Most of the people she interviewed had pat answers to standard questions. Many claimed to have passion, but it was clear they only said that because they thought it was expected. Taylor was the real deal.

      “Can you show me the agreement between you and my aunt?” she asked Taylor.

      “Sure.” He pulled out his phone and scrolled through emails until he came to the simple contract. It was as he’d said. Irene had agreed to give him room and board for the summer term. “I have a copy printed out and signed by both parties in my files but that’s in the car. Do you want to see that, too?”

      “Yes,” Carly said. “I’ll have to show it to my aunt’s lawyer when I meet with him this week, see what he says.”

      “Does that mean I can stay?” he asked hopefully.

      Carly hesitated. Everything in her screamed that she was making a mistake not turning him away now but he seemed so needy and she was a sucker for strays, always had been.

      “For now,” she said. “I don’t know what the lawyer will say but it’s quite possible that whoever inherits this house will sell it. You’d better prepare yourself to find other accommodation as soon as possible.”

      “Okay.” He shook her hand with big pumps. When he smiled, he was quite good-looking in a geeky sort of way. “Thanks, thanks very much. I’ll bring my stuff in.”

      Carly watched his loping stride as he eagerly headed back to his car. Great. This was all she needed on top of everything else.