No Weddings by Kat Bastion

Author:Kat Bastion [Bastion, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Goodreads: 22052891
Publisher: Kat Bastion with Stone Bastion
Published: 2014-09-08T06:00:00+00:00

Hannah didn’t have a television in the front room. She didn’t have a back room. The cottage-style home had a smaller room adjacent to the living room filled with drawings, paintings, books, and photo boxes. And off the kitchen was a bedroom suite, equally as large, with another bay window and an amazing view of reflected lights on the water beyond.

A loveseat faced the only TV in the house, a 32-inch. So did a queen-sized bed. With the focus of Hercules, I gave the bed only a brief, uninterested glance. But I was very interested.

Her entire home was decorated in white or ivory with splashes of bright colors in accent pillows, a vase or treasure here and there, and one blooming orchid in practically every window. The space was cozy, and it fit her perfectly.

And although I had free reign to search every square inch of hidden real estate, per our tongue-in-cheek agreement, I passed. The adventure would be finding out what lay beneath all the layers of Hannah with her. I didn’t want to tarnish the impression with superficial clues.

Her bedside clock displayed the time to be just after 6:00 p.m., perfect for the surprise in the bag.

We stood beside the bay window in her bedroom, gazing out into the night through the large center pane, which had a ledge beneath it with a cushion. Through a cracked-open side window, an owl hooted.

“Ready to see what’s in the bag?”

She let out a soft giggle. “No.”

Surprised, I looked down at her. “You’ve been wanting to all night. Now you don’t?”

Amusement lit her eyes and the side of her face was illuminated by the light in her hall. “Now that I can, I’m not sure. I’m kind of scared.”

I laughed. “Wait here. It won’t be bad. Well, at least not ‘scary’ bad.”

Her brow wrinkled.

I winked.

As I returned to her bedroom, I made great fanfare of crinkling the brown wrapper by rippling my fingers over both sides.

She crossed her arms. “I’ll decide for myself whether it’s ‘scary’ bad.”

“Now, this is not for pleasure. It is strictly for business. Keep that in mind before passing judgment. We have—” I reached into the bag and pulled out its contents “—The Secret of My Success or Chocolat.”

A broad smile lit up her face, and she clapped her hands together. “Movies?”

Happy she was delighted, I forced my expression back to a serious one. “Studying. Have you seen either?”

She shook her head, closing the distance between us and taking both DVDs from me. I snatched them back when she flipped them over and started to read about one of them.

“Nope. No reading. Watching.” Waving the cases at her, I shooed her toward the remotes until she scrunched her adorable face and obeyed. “I had limited options at home. We can delve into other titles, but both of these classics are studies in hope, perseverance, and creativity in business. One is a fun very-eighties romp in the corporate world. The other’s an artsy story of a woman and her small business, and how she wins over the town on her terms.

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