Free The Perfect Storm (The Blake Boys Book 6) by Rhonda Laurel Page B

eyes and listened as the water symphony hit the roof of her SUV. This downpour would spell disaster for her hairdo, but after ten minutes had passed, she decided she must look like a lunatic for not getting out of the car.
    Her door opened on its own.
    “Need a hand?”
    She grinned up at J.J.’s wet face grinning down at her with those dimples twinkling in his cheek. “Yes. Thanks. Would you believe I don’t have an umbrella in my car?”
    “There’s nothing wrong with getting wet every once in a while.” He flashed an even more wicked grin.
    “Like water parks, do you?” Samantha’s mouth went dry.
    He laughed, and the deep rumble made her pulse quicken. Damn, he looked good. He was freshly shaven and wore a blue dress shirt with a pair of jeans. Did the man know how handsome he was? Sam tried to disconnect the seat belt twice but her hand kept slipping. She took a deep breath and tried again. It was going to be a long day if she kept fumbled around the man like she’d just learned how to walk and talk.
    “How have you been?” J.J. asked as he helped her out of the SUV.
    “Swamped with work. Did you test out any of the new improvements?”
    “Yes, and I must say it’s all very high tech. My parents get a kick out of using their finger prints to get into the house.”
    “Everyone in your employ is finger printed, so it will be easy to decipher who did what if any shenanigans should occur.”
    “Good. It never hurts to be extra cautious.”
    “Where do you want to begin?” She smiled.
    “I can drive you around the ranch.”
    “Sure.”
    “Where is everyone?”
    “My parents are off on a romantic weekend and Tyler and Channing went to check out some racing event.”
    “I took the liberty of riding around the outside perimeter of the ranch before I came in, and I must say I’m impressed with the procedures already in place.” Sam ran a hand through her hair.
    “Well that’s all Bo’s doing. He runs the ranch and is a stickler for those things.” He helped her into the truck.
    “Yes. I’ve talked to him a few times. I see where Bo Jr. gets his charm.” She smiled.
    “Bo speaks very highly of you.”
    “He’s a good friend.”
    The sun was beginning to come out as they drove around. The first stop was Tate and Isabelle’s house. The wonderful sounds of music coming from inside sounded like the makings of a good song in progress, and she felt bad for intruding.
    “You’re in for a treat today. Sounds like there’s a concert going on.” J.J. knocked then opened the door.
    “Hi, J.J.” Isabelle put her violin in the case.
    “Hi, darlin’. What are you doing here? I thought Tate had a gig in New Orleans?”
    Isabelle chuckled. “You know how he is, can’t stay away from home too long. We’re leaving tomorrow afternoon.”
    “I’d like you to meet Sam Carson,” J.J. said. “She works for Regency.”
    “Nice to meet you, Sam. Pardon the mess.” Isabelle looked around the room.
    There were music sheets on the strewn about on the table and Tate’s guitar was on the couch. Hardly a mess. Sam watched as Isabelle cleaned up a bit and motioned for her to sit down. J.J. wandered off on his own.
    “You’re playing was lovely.” Sam beamed.
    “Thank you. I’m back at seventy five percent range of motion. I’ve been getting better since my physical therapy. With any luck I can audition for the Dallas Symphony next year.”
    “Well, if that’s how you sound at seventy five percent, I can’t imagine them turning you down when you feel you’re ready,” Sam replied.
    She liked the cozy atmosphere of the cabin. This placed screamed of Tate. Well, of his profile on paper. She could see the subtle influences of Isabelle woven into the mix. It was nice to see the actual homes instead of the blueprints she reviewed.
    “I hope you don’t mind the intrusion,” Sam said. “J.J. and I are making sure the security improvements on the ranch are in place.” Sam held up her notepad. “Did