The Beach House (Clearwater Bay Book 2) by Megan Jacobs

Author:Megan Jacobs [Jacobs, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-12-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

By the time five in the evening rolled around, I was completely exhausted, and my shoulders were shrieking at me to stop. I stood up with a groan and stretched, before turning around. Liam was leaning against the door frame of the kitchen with his arms folded, watching me.

“How long have you been standing there?” I felt somewhat self-conscious.

“Not long, I only arrived when you stood up,” he replied smoothly. “The electrics are coming along well. I have no doubt they'll be in working order by tomorrow morning.”

“That's good to hear!” I replied happily, before an awkward silence descended like a blanket of fog in the early morning over a valley. I stood there, my arms swinging, and watched him watching me.

Eventually, though, he broke the silence.

“I'd best be going now, but I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early?” Liam asked, a small, friendly smile on his face.

I nodded eagerly, and held my hand out to shake his, before realizing I had paint smeared all over my fingers. “See you, Liam.”

“Oh, before I forget...” he turned from where he was on the front porch, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a card, “… here's my number, in case anything more goes wrong with the house. I don't think it will, but you never know.”

I plucked the card gently from his fingers. “Thanks.”

He nodded and clattered down the three good front steps, got into his truck and roared away.

I watched him leave for a few seconds, tapping the corner of his card in the middle of my hand, lost in thought. So, he was a handyman, who was a passionate environmentalist and also just happened to be going through a court case. I couldn't deny that Liam Carter was extremely interesting... but did I want to get involved?

I looked behind me, and the cool, semi-dark interior of the house beckoned me inside. Didn't I find something interesting earlier in Grace's bedroom?

I walked down the passageway and entered the room. Once again, the sweetly gentle smell of roses tickled my senses, and a sudden image of being wrapped in one of Grace's hugs came to mind.

The chest was at the bottom of the bed, right where I had left it. Kneeling down in front of it, I opened the lid. The hinges protested with a loud creaking before a cloud of dust puffed up into my face and the smell of roses intensified. I coughed a little and looked down into it.

A faded purple nightgown sat on top of whatever was inside, and I picked it up. My fingers wrapped around something hard and rectangular, and the nightgown was oddly heavy. Something was wrapped inside it.

It was a picture frame. I turned it over in my hands, and the image of a much younger, carefree Grace with her arms around a handsome young man greeted me. This must be my great aunt and her husband, perhaps? There weren't any familial similarities that I could see, but could he be

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