Irresistible (Cloverleigh Farms #1) by Melanie Harlow

Author:Melanie Harlow [Harlow, Melanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MH Publishing
Published: 2019-02-21T23:00:00+00:00

How does dinner and Netflix at my house sound? Don’t worry, I won’t cook. We’ll get takeout.

I laughed out loud before replying.

Why don’t I cook? I’ll get some groceries and meet you at your house. Seven?

Perfect. See you then.

My shift at reception finished at three, and I went upstairs to my rooms and crashed on the couch immediately. When I woke up, it was already going on six, and I jumped up to go change.

Trading my work clothes for jeans and a sweater (and my utilitarian underwear for something lacy and cute), I quickly brushed my hair and freshened up my makeup. Just in case, I packed a tiny bag with a change of clothes, my toothbrush, and makeup remover. Double checking that my pills were in my purse, I threw the bag over my shoulder and headed out the door.

On the way to Mack’s house, I hit the grocery store and bought everything I’d need to make stuffed shells. Not exactly gluten-free, but since Millie wasn’t home tonight, I figured I’d take the opportunity to cook pasta for him.

I also bought a loaf of fresh Italian bread and ingredients for a garden salad and lemon-tarragon vinaigrette. Maybe I was showing off little, but it wasn’t as if I wouldn’t enjoy every moment spent preparing dinner for us in his kitchen. I loved cooking and baking, and I rarely had anyone around to share meals with. Usually I ended up giving food away.

Mack’s house was dark when I pulled up at ten after seven, and I wondered if he was in the shower or something. I parked on the street, got the grocery bags from my trunk, and trudged through the snow to his front door. Putting one bag down and shifting the other to my hip, I knocked a few times.

When he didn’t answer, I picked up the second bag and went around to the back of the house. The kitchen appeared dark too. I knocked again and even tried opening the back door, but it was locked.

Huh.

I set down both bags, pulled off my gloves, and checked my phone. Quarter after seven and no message or call from Mack. Double checking the earlier texts, I made sure I hadn’t gotten the time wrong, but I hadn’t—I’d said seven, and he’d said that was perfect. I hoped nothing was wrong. Biting my lip, I looked around. Garage door was shut, so I couldn’t tell if his car was in there or not.

Well, now what was I supposed to do? I didn’t have a key. Should I wait in the car? Go home? Try to call him? I decided to text first.

Hey, I’m here.

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