Certain things annoy Ian Flynn to no end - kids, dogs, old women, and a woman with an agenda. Now he's landed smack in the middle of them all. And to make matters worse, Lucy Mitchell's agenda is to rid Butternut Creek of him. Not that it matters, she isn't going to get her way. But just as he is preparing to allow her to flex her powers of persuasion, a tragedy turns his world upside down.
Moonlight Bay Camp for Kids is Lucy's safe haven. Now, the camp is being threatened and she isn't about to stand still for it. But what can a small town girl do against big city money and a big city ego? Turns out, quite a bit.
Let the games begin!
Tess Morrison weaves her stories from her northern Wisconsin home surrounded by gardens and forest on an antique table she found in the back of her barn. When not writing she can be found in the garden or cooking in the kitchen, dancing to the classic rock channel, or wandering around her beautiful state.
For once, Lucy is completely speechless, and Ian is having way too much fun at her expense.
“Back for more?” For a fleeting moment Lucy noticed the teasing, sarcastic tone of his voice that failed to match the caustic glint in his eyes.
“You wish.” She began to step forward, but he wasn’t budging. “Are you going to let me in or not?” He stood like a wall before her. “I have a bone to pick with you.”
“A bone?” His smile widened under an arched brow.
“Give it up, Ian. Let me in. I’m not having a conversation with you dressed in a towel in an open doorway. I don’t need all of Butternut Creek talking about us. There’s enough gossip in this town as it is.”
He pushed the door wide and turned away. She followed him into the room. Very neat and tidy, just as she suspected. There was nothing messy in Flynnville.
With his back to her, he smoothed his hair in the mirror. “Get to the point, Lucy, I have a property to look at in Price County in an hour and a half and as you can see, I’m running a little late.”
She fought to regain the sheer anger that brought her here. But for the life of her, she couldn’t find it. Something about having a half-naked man standing in front of her was a bit distracting.
When she failed to respond, he turned around to face her. “While you’re trying to find your tongue, I’m going to continue to dress. You don’t mind do you?”