Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Me too,” Cole said. He pushed back from the table. “And I know something else you can use, too.”
Before I could ask what he meant, he was on his feet and heading down the hallway.
“Will that take all day?” Brady asked.
“It’ll take a few hours to get the right footage, and from a couple of different angles,” I said. “Then Penny will edit all the different takes together.”
“I’m beginning to see the merits of having a videographer.”
Penny smiled at his assessment. “We were thinking of going into town for lunch. Maybe get some shots of Donovan’s Mill while we’re at it,” she said.
“Are there any restaurants you’d recommend?” I asked Brady.
Brady frowned. “To someone from Chicago? No. To someone who’s never seen food before? Yes.”
I grinned. “It can’t be that bad. What about your diner?”
He leaned his chair back. “Honestly, I think it’s your best bet. There’s a coffee shop, but they only serve sandwiches.”
“I saw a pizza place on my way in,” Penny said.
“You can sometimes get a fairly decent pie there, but Cole’s going to make us pizza tonight. He’s mighty proud of his pizza oven.”
“Sounds like your diner is best. Will you be working?” I tried to tell myself that it didn’t matter to me what his answer was.
He gave me a wink. “Yep. That’s the only reason I recommended it.”
Cole reappeared, a twinkle in his eye. “Are you ladies done?”
“I’m stuffed,” I said, pushing back from the table. I still couldn’t believe that I’d actually enjoyed fish for breakfast. But so far, I’d liked everything Brady had served me—orgasms included.
“Then follow me.”
“Don’t worry about the dishes,” Brady said to his cousin, his sarcasm evident. But Cole seemed too excited to respond as he led us into the lounge.
He strode over to a small table set against the window. There was something on it, but I couldn’t see past his broad back. Then he stepped out of the way with a flourish. “Behold, the inn’s business center.”
Sitting on the table was an ancient typewriter that looked straight out of the 1950s. Penny and I laughed while Cole grinned. “It’s perfect,” I told him. “Our audience will love my review of this kind of tech.”
“Where’d you get it?” Penny asked.
“It was my grandmother’s. I had it stored with her things. I know it still works, though. I’ll get you some paper from my office.”
I examined it closer, pressing down a key. It was hard to push. How on earth had people typed on those things? Guess I was going to find out.
“Thanks,” I said when Cole returned with some paper. “This is perfect.”
Penny and I spent the morning recording video. It was fun, but it was also work. This was what I did for a living, and I took it seriously. Then again, the point of the videos today was to be fun and funny. But that was for the finished product, not the steps it took to get there.
For the most part, the men kept out of our way while we shot. Cole drove off shortly after breakfast, possibly to take care of his city council duties. He returned a few hours later.
Gideon showed up after that. Didn’t that guy have a job? He always seemed to be here.
And Brady stopped by to talk to us on his way to work. “When you get there, ask to be seated in Sandy’s section,” he said. “She’s the best.”
“Will do.”
When it was time to break for lunch, Penny went out to her car while I ran back to my room to use the bathroom. When I was done, I nearly ran into Gideon in the hallway.
“Easy there,” he said, his hands on my forearms, steadying me. Though I didn’t want him touching me, it was better than me slamming into his chest. Not that it wasn’t a nice, strong, broad chest—it was just that it belonged to a not-so-nice person. “What’s your hurry?”
“Penny and I are going out to lunch.”
His eyebrow arched. “If it’s Brady’s diner, that’s not much of a reason to hurry.”
“He’s a good cook,” I protested.
“Agreed, but his food is better here where he has free rein.”
“And what do you do for a living?”
“A little of this, a little of that.” He took a step back as he let me go. “I heard you added actual fishing to your fish-out-of-water routine.”
“Brady did the fishing, not me. If you’ll excuse me, Penny’s waiting for me.” I brushed past him and did my best not to stomp down the hallway. That guy just irritated me.
When I reached the lounge, I discovered Penny was waiting for me—but not by the car. The look on her face told me everything.
“It won’t start,” she said, looking defeated.
Such a shock. Though her car breaking down out here in the middle of nowhere was a problem, I was also surprised by the disappointment I felt at not being able to see Brady’s diner. Or maybe it was disappointment that I wouldn’t be putting some space between Gideon and myself.