Lucky and the Axed Accountant: The Carriage House Capers, Book 2 by Emmy Grace

Author:Emmy Grace [Grace, Emmy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: EG Books
Published: 2019-09-17T16:00:00+00:00

12

I’m not surprised that there’s nothing in the dumpster. My mood is much lighter, though. Witnessing Liam Dunning hip deep in a trash dumpster makes my heart light. I know it will be one of my favorite mental highlight reels in the future.

He’s hating his life at the moment, but he’s too stubborn to complain. I can see it, though. Let’s just say that if his butt were clenched as tight as his jaw, he’d have made a diamond by now.

When he finally climbs out, he has me throw him a small duffel bag that’s tucked behind the seat in the truck. I watch happily from the passenger side as he strips down to his boxer briefs to put on his spare shorts and shirt. It’s like a clean-clothes go-bag. Probably smart for a farmer, just in case he gets splattered with something gross or falls in something that he doesn’t want spread all over his nice upholstery.

His movements are choppy and angry, which makes his thick muscles bunch and twitch. His stomach is drawn in tight, too, like he’s fuming. It makes every can of his six-pack stand at attention. Regina would be foaming at the mouth if she could see this. Tasty Cakes indeed.

There’s no question that Liam is gorgeous. Top to bottom, head to toe. But neither of us needs the kind of trouble that would come from me doing anything more than merely noticing that fact. Our baggage has baggage, for Pete’s sake. We’d need a second home just to house all our skeletons.

Once redressed, Liam strides toward the truck, flings his dirty clothes into the open bed, and climbs behind the wheel. He doesn’t move right away, just glares at the windshield. “Not one word,” he finally says.

“Not a problem. I’m saving it all for our wedding night. Such romantic memories.”

His jaw clenches and he growls at me. Growls! He really needs to quit doing that. Not that it bothers me. I’m having the time of my life. I can’t stop grinning.

Liam fires up the engine. “Where are we going next?”

“Venus’ Flytrap,” I tell him along with the address. It sounds more like an adult store than a flower shop, but when we arrive, it becomes abundantly clear that it’s not.

The store has been converted. What once was a small, older home now looks like a gingerbread house on crack. It’s a pastel nightmare. The siding is baby blue, the shutters are pale yellow, and the front door is soft pink. There are purple flowers painted on the trim of every window, and the chimney looks like an enormous Venus Flytrap in cheery green. I have to give the owner credit for committing to insanity and sticking with it. I’d have tapped out after the pink door.

A charming woman, I’d guess to be in her late sixties, is arranging hydrangea blossoms in a vase when we walk through the door. I thought there was music playing softly in the background, but when she looks up and speaks, it stops.

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