The Dance of Love

di Aesia Lrae (Autore)

WHITEHEAD AESIA LRAE, 2025

He hadn't expected her to be so small. Beckett Ventura glanced at the woman as he finished fastening his tool belt. And despite her small stature, she was a woman with a woman's silhouette. The fact that he had noticed either of those things, her height or her being a woman, irritated him. He hadn't come to Lazy-B at dawn on a July morning just to look at his neighbor's daughter. Besides, she wasn't supposed to be there. She was a dancer and had lived in New York for years. Or so I heard. he. He pulled the toolbox out of the back of the truck and headed to the side of the house. That meant he was also heading her way because she was sitting on one of the front steps of the porch with a cup in her hands. Of course she looked small. She practically curled up into a little ball. He gritted his teeth. Cage Buchanan, his neighbor and ranch owner, had hired him for this specific job and had called him the night before. He supposedly wanted him to review his plan to build an addition on the back of the Buchanan family's two-story house. But Beck also suspected the neighbor wanted him to know his daughter was planning to spend the rest of the summer there. Perhaps Cage thought she needed someone to look after her, though she hadn't told him so directly. However, she had told him that she was recovering from a knee injury. The last thing Beck needed was to have to take care of someone. He had his hands full taking care of his daughter, Shelby. She was only six years old and so shy that she spoke in whispers, even to her own father. He was very different from his brother Nick. Beck's son was about to turn twenty-one and was away at school, but he remembered very well well as he had been as a child. While Shelby was shy and delicate, Nick had been very active and talkative. But thinking about her children didn't make the woman on the porch disappear. Beck couldn't just head to the back of the house without saying anything. On the one hand, it was rude. He had never been very formal in his social relations, but Harmony, his late wife, had always prevented him from straying too far from the path of good manners. He crossed the gravel path that surrounded the house and headed towards she. She was blonde. And she had eyes as clear as aquamarine, surrounded by dark eyelashes. She was wearing a pink halter top and baggy pants with pink hearts and red flowers. She also wore a scarf around her shoulders. There was a small smile on her face. Her shoulders looked as if the bones were about to pierce through her thin skin. Her hair was pulled back, a few strands falling over her neck. There was no reason to think it was dazzling. But it was. And why was he unable to recognize it with the coldness with which any person would recognize something beautiful? Why the hell did he have to feel such a strong heat inside him if, since he had lost Harmony, all he had felt was a strong emptiness? He nodded slightly and said: —Beckett Ventura. "Mr. Ventura. I thought so." She put her cup aside and stood up to shake his hand. "I'm Lucy. My parents told me about the work you're doing for them. It's nice to meet you." The skin of his hand was as pale as the skin on his shoulders, his palm narrow, his fingers thin and long. "Call me Beck." He had to make an effort to shake her hand, since the image of his deceased wife shaking her reddish hair and saying, " Come in," remained in his head . "I'll try not to bother you too much," he said. She tilted her head and looked at him with her pale eyes. He'd grown up on a ranch in Montana, but throughout his life he'd learned everything women can do with makeup. He was close enough to Lucy Buchanan to see that she wasn't wearing anything artificial on her face. The black eyelashes that contrasted with her blond hair were natural.

• Autore: Aesia Lrae
• Anno edizione: 2025
• Editore: WHITEHEAD AESIA LRAE
• Formato: EPUB2 con DRMFREE
• Compatibilità: Tutti i dispositivi (eccetto Kindle)
• Layout: Reflowable
• EAN: 9798232468163

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