Make Me Exhale: A Grumpy Sunshine Romance (Oil Barrons Book 5) by Marie Johnston

Make Me Exhale: A Grumpy Sunshine Romance (Oil Barrons Book 5) by Marie Johnston

Author:Marie Johnston [Johnston, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LE Publishing
Published: 2023-04-03T23:00:00+00:00


Ten

Isla

Four weeks had gone by since Sylvia was in town and I’d bought a damn house. Mom had sent me the info for her coworker’s in-laws to contact them about the rental. At the same time, I’d been checking out a rental home with demolished front steps leading from the raised yard to the sidewalk, a pervasive musty smell from the perpetually wet basement, and a landlord I worried would either install a secret camera or who’d decide he could enter at whatever time of day he wanted. I decided not to rent after that. I wasn’t pumping money into other people’s wallets for a subpar living space.

I just closed on a fairly inexpensive, run-down, ranch-style home with three bedrooms, one bathroom, and an unfinished basement. I hadn’t watched enough HGTV to think I could flip anything, but whatever I did would increase the value, and since I was waiting on McDaniel Contractors to begin the physical stages of the restoration, I was at a standstill.

I had to do something with my time, yet there weren’t a lot of jobs I could work. Anyone I interviewed with would know about the foundry plans and suspect I would ditch another job as soon as the last fermenting tank was installed. Which I would. This house would be another revenue stream.

The inspector hadn’t found major structural problems, and I didn’t plan on removing walls or ripping out and installing new cabinets. I was a party of one who wondered if she’d jumped in way over her head. Funny how a little house under two hundred thousand dollars could create more anxiety than a restoration and brewery construction that’d be in the seven figures.

But I wasn’t living at the foundry. I’d hired experts for that project. I hadn’t done more than some painting in my life. The odd times I helped Dad fix random things around the house and on the ranch were infrequent. He’d taught Stetson everything and preferred not to repeat himself with me and endure my clumsy attempts.

A message buzzed on my phone. My pulse kicked up when I saw McCoy’s name. After his mom had left, he’d driven back to Denver to get more clothing, muttering that he’d return to the motel, and he didn’t want to mess with rental leases. I hadn’t counted the days he was gone or anything—eight—but when he’d returned to town, he hadn’t done more than message me to let me know he was back and in room five again.

Over two weeks had gone by, and I hadn’t seen him. Each time I mowed at Reservoir Barrel, I’d hoped to catch him. Then, when I hadn’t, I’d told myself it was for the best. What did I have to talk to him about?

I need your signature for some of the permits. McCoy’s message meant we had to see each other face-to-face.

Biting my lower lip, I held back a smile. I was only looking forward to seeing McCoy because I was lonely. I’d pulled the same stunt with the house and kept the purchase to myself.



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