Tribute-Nora Roberts(2008) by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: azw
ISBN: 9781441850522
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

EIGHTEEN

Cilla gave herself the pleasure of removing the old, battered doors with their worn or missing weather stripping, and

installing their replacements. She salvaged the old, stored them in the barn.

You just never knew, to her mind, when you might need an old

door.

She’d opted for mahogany—damn the budget—in an elegantly

simple Craftman style. The three-over-three seeded glass panes on the entrance door would let in the light, and still afford some privacy.

Sucker fit, she thought with pleasure after one of the laborers helped her haul it into position. Fit like a fricking dream. She waited until she was alone to stroke her hands over the wood

and purr, “Hello, gorgeous. You’re all mine now.” Humming

under her breath, she went to work on the lock set.

She’d gone with the oil-rubbed bronze she’d chosen for other

areas of the house and, as she began the install on the lock set, decided she’d made the perfect choice. The dark tones of the

bronze showed off well against the subtle red hues in the

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“That’s a nice-looking door.”

She looked over her shoulder to see her father stepping out of his car. Cilla was so used to seeing him in what she thought of as his teacher clothes, it took her a minute to adjust her brain to the jeans, T-shirt and ball cap he wore.

“Curb appeal,” she called back.

“You’re certainly getting that.” He paused to look over the front lawns. The grass had been neatly mowed, with its bare patches

resowed and the tender new shoots protected by a thin layer of straw. The plantings had begun there, too, with young azaleas

and rhododendrons, a clutch of hydrangeas already heading up,

a slim red maple with its leaves glowing in the sunlight.

“Still got some work, and I won’t put in the flower beds until next spring, unless I manage to put in some fall stuff. But it’s coming along.”

“You’ve done an amazing job so far.” He joined her on the

veranda, close enough she caught a whiff of what she thought

might be Irish Spring. He studied the door, the lock set. “That looks sturdy. I’m glad to see it. What about the security system?

Word gets around,” he added when she raised her eyebrows.

“I was hoping that word would. It might be as much of a

deterrent as the system itself. Which went in yesterday.”

His hazel eyes tracked to hers, solemnly. “I wish you’d called me, Cilla, about the vandalism.”

“Nothing you could’ve done about it. Give me a second here,

I’m nearly done.” She whirled the last screws in place, then set aside the cordless screwdriver before admiring the result. “Yeah, it looks good. I almost went with a plate style, but thought it would look too heavy. This is better. ” She opened and closed

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You couldn’t possibly be interested.”

“I am.

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