Montana Country Legacy--The Best Man's Second Chance by Marie Ferrarella

Author:Marie Ferrarella
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2020-02-13T19:12:36+00:00

Chapter 3

Lacey had only been at Crooked Valley three days when she got her first phone call, asking her for an interview. A company in Great Falls was looking for someone to do their payroll. When Quinn came in for lunch on the day of the interview, she was running a lint brush over the dark material of a straight skirt. For some reason little bits of fluff kept sticking to the fabric, and she wanted to look perfect.

Her head told her it was just an interview at a manufacturing company, not a high-powered lawyer’s office or anything. Neat and tidy business wear would have sufficed, but she was determined to put her absolute best foot forward. She’d brought out the big guns: black pencil skirt, cream silk blouse, patent heels.

She was turning into the kitchen from the downstairs bath at the same time as Quinn entered from the hall. Both of them stopped short, but Quinn just stared at her. “Oh. Hi.” He sort of recovered from the surprise but his expression plumped up her confidence just a little. It was definitely approval that glowed in his eyes for the few seconds before he shuttered it away.

“I have an interview this afternoon,” she said, grabbing some hand lotion from the windowsill above the sink. She rubbed it into her hands as Quinn opened the fridge. “In Great Falls.”

“That’s good news,” he answered, but now she noticed he was avoiding looking at her.

She frowned. Maybe she’d misread his expression before. “Do I look all right, Quinn? Should I maybe wear a different top or something? Are pearls a little too much?” She touched the strand at her collarbone. They were her grandmother Eileen’s pearls. As the only granddaughter, they’d automatically gone to her. She rarely wore them, but it seemed appropriate somehow now that Lacey was living in the farmhouse. Like a good luck charm.

“You look fine,” he answered.

Her frown deepened. He hadn’t looked up when he said it, just stuck his lunch in the microwave and set the timer.

“I was hoping for something more than fine. More like, ‘Wow, let’s hire this one on the spot.’”

He turned and looked at her then, his face set in an impersonal mask. “You look great, Lacey. Very professional.” He paused. “Very pretty.”

It might have meant more if it didn’t seem as if it pained him to say it.

“Thanks,” Lacey replied, and then felt a bit silly. She hadn’t really been fishing for a compliment, but it felt that way now.

She wanted a splash of color, so she transferred her wallet and necessary items from her black purse to a turquoise handbag. “I made a coffee cake this morning,” she said, doing a check for her car keys. “It’s under the domed lid. Help yourself.”

The microwave dinged and Quinn took out his lunch. “You trying to fatten me up with all this baking?”

“Not much chance of that.” The words came out before she could think. She’d noticed Quinn’s build. A little on the

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