“I’ve been hired to fix the million things wrong with Two Lakes so they can sell it. You can call Emma Ford or Dean Tucker if you’d like a reference.”
“Well, kindly stop spying on me, whoever you are.”
“You’re a piece of work. Speaking of work, I’m going to get some dry clothes on and get back to it. I’ll do that back at the house so as to avoid your leering gaze.”
This jerk appeared to be thoroughly amused by what had been a very serious situation.
“My what?”
“Now, if you can make it up the hill without grievously injuring yourself, my name’s Joe Cassidy, Cassidy Contracting, should you like to check my references.”
“You can be sure I will.”
“Oh, and you’re welcome.”
Goldie watched as he walked back up to the hotel. She did not leer, though. The shape of him was impressive. Which was why it was no big deal for him to haul her out of the muck.
Except, it was a big deal. And she had been in a spot.
Goldie decided to get the last word. “Thank you, Mr. Cassidy. I do appreciate your help.”
That did it. He was shocked that she had done an about-face. That was her gift! She could disarm just about anyone if she really tried.
He turned around and flashed a smile at Goldie. He had a sexy smile and an impressive jawline. She loved impressive jaw lines.
“Now stop looking at my butt.”
“I was?—”
But before she could reply, he was around the side of the house.
Goldie hadn’t got the last word, but she would have the last laugh. He may be ruggedly good-looking, but he was totally rude.
She was going to call Libby immediately to complain about this barbarian lurking around the property. And he better be telling the truth because she was going to check, boy was she ever.
“Ah! What’s that?”
She felt something slimy in her sports bra. A strip of seaweed had slid in there, ew! She whipped out the offending vegetation and proceeded to do an involuntary dance of revulsion.
She’d check on that rude contractor later. First, she needed a shower. There was sand in every crevasse she had.
So much for rest and relaxation.
Chapter Seven
Libby
“So, we’re a go with the Goldie Hayes Film Festival. What’s the first step?” J. J. clapped her hands together and rubbed them like she was relishing the spectacular salad Hope had placed in front of them.
Libby had primed her two friends to start planning a big event. J.J. and Hope were eager to help. But they needed to pump the brakes.
“I don’t think we can do that.”
“Why?” J.J. said as she stabbed a forkful of Hope’s lunch.
Hope, as usual, was behind her counter, and Libby and J.J. were at it, enjoying today’s lunch offering. The deep green of the romaine lettuce contrasted with the bright red raspberries. The goat cheese from Windshadow Farm on top of it all distracted Libby for a moment.
“What’s the dressing?”
