A Difficult Woman

by Jeannie Watt

• ISBN13: 9780373781249
• ISBN10: 0373781245
• Edition: Large
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2006-10-10
• Publisher: Harlequin

Summary

Making over the creaky Victorian into a bed-and-breakfast is probably a crazy plan, but the ramshackle house is all Tara has. And even though she can barely scrape together her brother's college fees, she won't give up. Until the townsfolk decide to show

Excerpts

TARA SULLIVAN, as a rule, did not watch men, but this one was proving to be an exception. She leaned her shoulder against the kitchen doorframe and, for the umpteenth time that morning, paused to watch her carpenter nail the front porch back together. It had been a while since she'd had someone capable working around the place, and somehow she felt compelled to keep an eye on him. Probably because I half expect him to disappear.Tara smiled grimly, as she pushed off from the doorframe and crossed the worn linoleum to the pantry, where she still had half a dozen shelves to wash before she could paint. If he quit, he quit. There wasn't much she could do about it. Luke had said his friend would stay for at least two weeks or until Luke's shoulder healed, whichever came first. Tara sincerely hoped that was true because it was the only way she was going to get this place done in time for the reunion. She sloshed her sponge into the soapy water and started to scrub. At least this man was from out of town, so Martin Somers had no influence over him. When she was done with the shelves, she carried the wash water to the big kitchen sink, awkwardly dumping the basin before turning it over to dry. She glanced at the clock as she wiped her hands on a towel and realized she didn't have much time before her appointment. It was a routine matter, just a few signatures to finalize things, but routine or not, Tara was in no hurry to get to the bank. Too many bad memories. She went through the door to the mudroom, hung the apron she'd been wearing on a hook and then carefully made her way out onto the side porch, where the sun tea was brewing. The boards creaked under her feet, but she knew the safe spots and managed to retrieve the jug without crashing through the old flooring. The carpenter continued to work, keeping his head down, concentrating on the boards he was hammering into place. Muscles flexed beneath his thin white T-shirt with each blow. "Hey," Tara called. The dark head came up. Sunlight reflected off his wire-rimmed glasses. "Want some?" She hefted the jar a little as she spoke. It was getting hot outside and she didn't want the man passing out from heatstroke. He hesitated, then nodded, getting to his feet. "I'll bring it to you," Tara said. She nudged the side door open with her toe and disappeared into the mudroom. Her reluctance to have him in the house drinking tea with her had nothing to do with fear or caution, and everything to do with boundaries. Because Tara had boundaries.And she let very few people cross them. It seemed that whenever she did, pain and disappointment ultimately followed. MATT CONNORS hadn't been certain what to expect the first day on this job, but he had not expected his new boss to be beautiful. Even dressed in baggy jeans and a loose tank top that read Night Sky Night Hawks across the chest, and with a smear of pale blue paint across her forehead, there was no denying her beauty. Her long, very dark hair was pulled back into a thick braid, accentuating the shape of her face, the slightly aquiline line of her nose, the high cheekbones. Her eyes were startlingly blue and more businesslike than friendly, so he had been surprised by the offer of tea. She'd given him a cool nod as she delivered the icy beverage, complete with lemon wedge and sprig of mint, and Matt accepted the tall glass with an equally impassive expression. He'd made a perfunctory stab at conversation when he first arrived that morning, more to try to regain a sense of normality in his daily life than for social reasons, but the boss had quickly made it evident that she wasn't looking for pleasantries. She wanted her porch rebuilt and that was just fine with him. Matt studied her striking profile for another moment as she inspected his work, and then he took a long, grateful drink of tea. It was hot for the end of May and it had been a while since he'd put in so many hours und