Mr. H.O.A.: A Fake Marriage Romantic Comedy (Fake It Book 1) by Carina Taylor

Author:Carina Taylor [Taylor, Carina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-29T22:00:00+00:00

When I finally parked the mower in the garage, I was the mowing master. There was no doubt in my mind that I could handle any lawn I was forced to face. I was sore in places that the gym couldn’t get to, but it felt good. The strong smell of cut grass permanently etched into my being.

Nola sat on the porch swing next to Fredrick, who looked the happiest I had ever seen him. Nola was laughing and smiling at something he said, but by the time I made it to the top step of the front porch, he was standing and hobbling his way past me.

"Far past time that I went home and watched my shows. I’ll leave you young people be." His voice was as grumpy as usual, but there was a sparkle in his eye. He didn’t seem to be any worse for the wear after the lawn mower dragged him around the yard.

I sat down next to Nola on the porch swing. It swung lightly back and forth as it adjusted to the new weight.

"Would you like some lemonade?" Nola asked as she leaned forward to pour me a glass. She picked up the pitcher from the small table next to the porch swing. As she leaned forward, the swing shifted backward. I braced my legs and waited to see if this would end in lemonade disaster.

It didn’t.

She smoothly poured a glass, returned the pitcher, then tucked her legs beneath her as she passed me the glass.

"I’ve decided I like Fredrick," Nola declared.

I couldn’t answer her because I was busy draining the ice-cold lemonade. It was giving me an ice-cream headache, but it was worth it.

"Thank you for mowing the yard," she added.

"No problem. There’s a first time for everything."

"Wait, what does that mean?"

I shrugged. "You know, I’ve never mowed a yard before today."

"What?" Nola leaned forward with an incredulous look on her face. The swing moved faster beneath her quick movements.

"I spent most of my life growing up in an apartment. There was never a yard to mow." My jaw hurt when I clenched my teeth together.

"That’s just sad," she said, shaking her head. She slapped a hand against her mouth. "Oops, I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt your feelings."

I laughed dryly. "Don’t worry about it, because you’re right. It was sad. It’s a little embarrassing to admit how much I’ve loved having flower beds to pull weeds out of. And getting to mow a lawn today felt like an adventure ride at Disneyland."

"Well, with that mower and Fredrick involved, it’s no wonder." She grinned. "Did your parents like city life better?"

"No. An apartment was all they could afford. They didn’t know how to handle money."

Nola stared at me, blinking slowly. "I think I understand now."

I studied her eyes. Those mesmerizing eyes that pulled me in, and I knew she did understand. She saw me. She understood my strange relationship with money. I think she was far more observant than she gave herself credit for.

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