Still Not Over You (Man From Yesterday Book 5) by Barbara Lohr

Author:Barbara Lohr [Lohr, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Forever Love, Divorced Couple, Bachelor, Single Woman, Love-Family & Forever, Clean & Wholesome, Hearts Desire, Life-Changes, Home & Family, Lifetime Love, Romantic Schemes, Beautiful & Feisty, Romantic Comedy, Man From Yesterday Series, Honesty & Trust, Second Chances, Gull Harbor cottage, house repairs, Broken marriage, reconciliation, forgiveness & invincible love.
Publisher: Purple Egret Press
Published: 2017-12-28T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Ryder was wielding a paintbrush in the hot afternoon sun when he heard the sound of his own pickup truck. What the hell? Setting the brush on the edge of the tray, he turned. Sure enough, his black pickup turned into the drive, Stanley slouched at the wheel. Ryder’s shoulders tightened. Now what? His dad looked “growly,” as his mother used to say.

Swatting at mosquitoes, he trudged toward the driveway. If this heat was June, he didn't even want to see July. Would he still be here then? That all depended on Phoebe. He had to find more projects after he finished the painting.

His dad pulled up behind Ryder’s Harley and got out. He was the last person Ryder wanted to see right now. Was Stanley checking up on him? Hitching up his jeans, his dad looking more like a Mafia hit man than a nosy father.

“Hey, Dad. What are you doing here?” Stanley gave the back door a furtive glance. Oh sure. He was hoping Phoebe would rescue him. Ryder didn't want his ex-wife to know that this was a full-out, father-son assault. His dad was going to blow it.

“So how's it going?” Not about to be blocked by a moody son, Stanley edged around Ryder to squint at the back door again. Yep, he definitely wanted to see Phoebe.

“Fine. So who’s watching the shop?

His father worked on his spearmint chewing gum. Stanley was trying to quit smoking. Again.

“Mick. You making any progress here?” His dad’s eyes swept the yard as if he expected to find snipers in the bushes.

Taking his father's elbow, Ryder eased him out of earshot. Since her accident, Phoebe had started taking a nap in the afternoon. The last thing he needed was the two of them ganging up on him. “If you mean am I getting the painting done, it's going slow.”

“That's a good thing right?” His father's eyes brightened.

Ryder wiped the back of one hand across his brow. “Not in my book. It's hot as a bitch out here, and the mosquitoes are having me for lunch.”

His father's eyes narrowed. “Let's remember. You’re a man with a mission. Missions take time. Endurance.” Widening his stance, Stanley hunkered down.

“I’m well aware of that, Dad.”

A smile tickling his lips, his father scrutinized the cottage. “Pink, huh?”

“Incredible, right? She insisted.”

“And you followed orders?” Stanley looked pleased. “I’m starting to enjoy this.”

“Well, I’m not. Look at me.” He stared down at his jeans and shirts, splattered with pink paint. “I’m going to have to throw this stuff out. Her bedroom’s half pink too.”

“You’ve been in the bedroom?” Hope sparked in his father’s eyes.

“Not really.” The words cost him. “Only to well, tuck her in.”

“Tuck her in?” Head swiveling to face him, Stanley repeated the words as if they were sacred. Or foreign.

“She’s tired, Dad. It’s the cast, I think. Anyway, I’m getting nowhere fast, at least with Phoebe. I’m about ready to throw in the towel. Hire a professional to paint the place.”

“Now, son. Buck up. No one said wooing was easy.

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