besides getting up at 2:00 a.m. because of a complaint about noisy neighbors.”
“It’s not going to happen. Nate’s going to work with money. He said Stacy already has an office for him.”
Brody looked at his daughter. “It’s on the ground floor of the Thorndyke house.”
“Oh.” Terri didn’t return her father’s stare as she watched Nate lift himself into her boat. He motioned that he was going back to the clubhouse to sort out the rubbish for recycling, then he’d be back. She nodded and waved, then looked at her father. “Let’s go unload your truck. And don’t tell Nate any of this about a job. Let him make up his own mind.”
“You mean let him see that if an active guy like him has to sit at a desk all day he’ll go insane?”
Terri couldn’t suppress her grin. “Exactly. Have you seen the office?”
“No, but Frank has. He said it’s got chairs with shiny steel arms. And there’s Native American artwork on the walls.”
“Because Nate grew up in Colorado.” Terri took a breath. “That’s a nice house. Maybe he and Stacy will live on the top floors.”
“Yeah, maybe. Come on! Let’s get to work before we depress ourselves.”
Smiling, they started walking through the house. “That’s us. More identical than the Turner Twins. By the way, Nate met them.”
“How was that?”
“Quite gratifyingly awful. They were all jealous of one another.”
“They should be. That reminds me. Elaine wants to bring a few clothes up here this afternoon. She thought you might like something new to wear.”
“As opposed to my usual five-year-old T-shirts?”
“I suggested red and sparkly. Maybe low cut.”
“Dad!” She was shocked.
“I’m on Team Terri. So shoot me. Elaine talked about skinny jeans and high heels.”
“Absolutely not!” Terri said, then smiled. “Not too high anyway. She say anything about makeup?”
“She has a case the size of a footlocker filled with nothing but little pots and bottles.”
“That’s about exactly how much I’m going to need after years of sun and water.” Smiling, Terri slipped her arm through her father’s and they went outside to his truck.
* * *
Terri took her father’s advice and chose a pair of tight pants and a red silk blouse. She and Elaine were in her bedroom and the bed was covered with clothes. Since Elaine had come to the lake, she’d been as close to a mother as Terri had ever had.
Elaine had been widowed two years before she arrived at the lake. She’d been driving from New York to Atlanta, where she planned to buy into her friend’s dress shop. Elaine had always been involved in the fashion industry, and she was looking forward to being her own boss. She’d pulled off the highway to have lunch by a sign that said Lake Kisses.
That day Brody, Frank and Terri had been sitting at one of the tables in front of the pizza stand. They were going over some plans for enlarging the pavilion so they could host a farmer’s market.
“You’ll get more townies in here with this,” Frank said, but when Brody didn’t answer, they looked at him. Terri was startled to see that her father had taken on the appearance of some predatory animal. His eyes were intense!
Terri just stared at him, but Frank chuckled. In the next second they turned to see a woman at the counter. She was forty-ish and kept herself in shape: tall, slim, short dark hair. She wore tailored black linen trousers, a white blouse and gold earrings.
As though he were in a trance, Brody got up and went to her.
Frank, wearing a smirk that twisted his whole face to one side, got out his wallet. He put a twenty-dollar bill on the table.
Terri was still gaping at her father. She’d never seen him look like that or go after any visitor. In fact, he did his best to get away from them.
“Twenty bucks says she doesn’t leave here,” Frank said.
She looked at him. “What are you talking about?”
“Her. The chick in city clothes. She didn’t go to the office so she’s not here to rent. I know she doesn’t own, so she’s probably meaning to keep going.”
“She could be somebody’s guest.” Terri watched as her father smiled at the woman and began talking while his eyes seemed to travel up and down her.
“Nope,” Frank said. “I’ve only seen your father look at one other woman like that and he married her.”
“You’re crazy! Dad doesn’t—” She stopped talking because her father slipped his arm through the woman’s and they walked toward