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The area was huge, with lots of trees to cover the buildings. Not like a modern parking lot, more like a meander through a mini town of its own. She counted at least five buildings, including her sawmill, which was obvious due to the sheer size.
“We’re home.” For the next few months, at least. Since leaving Sacramento, she hadn’t had a home of her own. Other than Buffy.
Following Tansy’s instructions, Aisling pulled the truck behind the sawmill. The electric charging stations made her smile. Tansy was going to save the planet, whether other people cooperated or not.
The sleek muscle car parked alongside the electrics made her smile too. A sexy red beast of a machine that would growl along the highways.
Unable to resist, Aisling parked alongside the car and took a closer look. She’d need to upgrade Buffy at some point, but she’d need another truck. Even if she’d always had a thing for muscle cars.
The car didn’t belong to Tansy, but her Sam might own it. Aisling was looking forward to meeting the man who’d captured her friend’s heart. She wanted to hear all about what sounded like a whirlwind romance. Tansy had only given her the barest of details, but she glowed when she spoke about Sam.
Aisling was thrilled for her. And only a little bit jealous.Liar. Who didn’t dream about their very own happy ever after?
Aisling grabbed her backpack and jumped out of the truck. She patted the sexy Charger on her way by and moved toward the huge old barn that had been born a sawmill over a hundred years ago.
Everything about that made Aisling happy. She loved restoring old buildings to their former glory. She loved doing the same to furniture and hoped to find some pieces in the mill and lodge she could work on. And maybe even some reclaimed wood she could use to make more.
Some people raved about theme parks and cruises as the happiest places on earth and best vacations ever. The old building in front of her was Aisling’s vision of perfection.
A dog bark interrupted her musings and Aisling turned to find a German Shepherd bouncing toward her, tongue lolling out in greeting.
“Well, hello there, handsome. Aren’t you a pretty boy? Do you belong to Tansy? Or are you lost? Where are your humans?”
The dog’s tail wagged like it was on a motor, and he rolled over to expose his belly for more pats.
“You’re a sweetheart. Let me see your tag, so I can see your name.”
“His name’s Jetson.”
Aisling’s heart slammed against her ribs. She knew that sexy, growly voice. She’d heard it whispering in her ear while her body shot to the most glorious orgasms she’d ever had.
It couldn’t be. Her earlier thoughts must be messing with her brain.
Aisling lifted her gaze from the dog to follow a long, sexy body up to a face she’d reimagined in so many dreams.
His beard was thicker, and she wanted to touch it, find out how soft it was.
No. No, she didn’t.
Aisling cursed her fair skin as a blush as subtle as Mount Vesuvius on a bad day covered her face.
She’d never planned on seeing this man again. She’d been bold and adventurous that night, lived out more than one fantasy because it had been safe.
It wasn’t safe now.
Those deep, dark eyes studied her, and she couldn’t read his thoughts. Did he even remember her?
Unless she was wrong and her earlier thoughts had conjured him up and she was closer to a breakdown than she’d thought.
“Jolly?”
His grin was instantaneous and broad. “Red. It’s really you. What the hell are you doing here?”
Lusting. Imagining. Wishing.
And a thought hit her hard enough to have her flopping to her butt beside the dog.
Was Jolly’s real name Sam?
