Once we were upstairs, she guided me through the enormous, newly renovated kitchen, fitted with white cabinets, stone countertops and stainless steel appliances. The adjoining dining room had a long, dark wood table with twelve chairs and modern art on the walls. The living room had two couches, a couple of large chairs, a television hanging over the fireplace and several bookcases full of books.
On the second floor were five fully furnished bedrooms, three with two single beds in each room and two containing just one bed and a white wood crib. Two large bathrooms and a small lounge finished off the floor.
“I love this,” I said, running my fingertips over the wood frame of a photograph of a sprawling oak tree. “This place really feels like a home. You did a great job with it.”
She smiled proudly. “Thanks. The girls seem happy here.”
“When will they be here? I’m so anxious to meet them.”
“All three of them will be home from school in an hour or so.” She took my arm, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Come see the ballroom.”
A dark wood staircase brought us into a cavernous room that made my mouth drop open in awe. The floors were the same wood as the staircase, and the walls were adorned with intricate lanterns and carved wood moldings. Three crystal chandeliers were spaced evenly across the tall ceiling.
“It’s . . . incredible,” I said softly, walking across the floor to examine the dark eggplant-colored curtains hanging over a window. “Velvet. So pretty.”
“Doesn’t this room just make you want to dance?” Ivy spread her arms wide and twirled around the middle of the massive room.
“If I knew how, it definitely would.”
Her gaze flicked to mine. “You don’t know how to dance?”
I shrugged. “Nope.”
“Reed and I are planning to take lessons from Miss Dee Dee when her next session starts. You should come with us!”
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “Three people can’t dance together.”
“But I’m sure Miss Dee Dee has male students in need of a partner.”
I cringed hard. “That sounds absolutely awful. You guys dance, and I’ll hang out with Noah.”
“He’s coming with us. His little friend Ava from preschool is coming, too.”
I melted a little. “Noah dancing? I’ll come just to watch that. But not to dance. I’ve got two left feet.”
“April.” Ivy gave me a pointed look. “You’ll never meet Mr. Right if you don’t put yourself out there. The man of your dreams could be waiting at Miss Dee Dee’s Dance Depot.”
“I seriously doubt that.”
We both headed back toward the top of the stairway. “Well, we’re having dinner at Reed’s parents’ house this weekend and I want you to join us.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but she held up a hand. “I won’t take no for an answer. Grace is already expecting you. She’s making a Texas sheet cake.”
“I do love Texas sheet cake,” I conceded. “Does Reed have any other brothers who are single?”
“Here in Lovely, there’s just Mason. What’d you think of him, other than your comment about his height?”
I held back a snort. “I think he’s arrogant and shallow. He’s a big no for me. Can we move on to Reed’s friends?”
“Mason’s actually really—”
I cut her off. “Nooooo.”
“You never know if you don’t give people a chance.”
“He doesn’t even want a chance, and he and I are like night and day, Ivy.”
She gave me a questioning look, but I turned and walked down the stairs before she could ask me to elaborate.
Anyway, I needed to settle into my new job and home before I even began to consider my social life. And when I did, I wouldn’t be thinking about Mason Lockhart.
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Brenda Rothert lives in Central Illinois with her husband and three sons. She was a daily print journalist for nine years, during which time she enjoyed writing a wide range of stories.
These days Brenda writes New Adult Romance in the Contemporary and Dystopian genres. She loves to hear from readers.
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