Free Harvest Moon (Brook Haven Romance Book 1) by Charlene Bright Page B

her into a cozy living room.
    It was furnished with
what looked like handmade furniture covered with thick brown and tan
upholstered cushions. There was a fireplace along one wall and a lot of family
photos on the mantle. There were also hand-carved animals everywhere. They were
intricate, beautiful pieces of art. Sophie was thinking about asking him where
he got them from. It would look great in the lodge room of the B&B.
    “Well, I think by now
you know my mother … so what do you think?” she said in answer to his question.
    He laughed. “I think
she doesn’t want to be a burden to her daughter, mostly. Have a seat.” Sophie
didn’t want to sit down. Being in this house that was so much a reflection of
him was making it harder for her to deny she was beginning to have feelings for
him. It was a little bit overwhelming all of a sudden. She didn’t want to be
rude though, so she sat.
    “Your carvings are
beautiful. Where do you get them from?”
    Drake smiled as he took
a seat across from her. “My uncle made these.”
    “Oh my goodness. Does
he sell them?”
    “Yeah, when he can.
During the tourist season, he sells quite a few. I get first dibs though.”
    “Does he take orders?”
    “Not very well.”
    Sophie had been looking
at a carving that stood about two feet tall. It looked like a piece of a
mountain with three unique-looking wolves standing on each flat area. She
looked up at him suddenly and relaxed when she saw he was joking. “Well, I
assumed since he was related to you that was the case—”
    “Hey!”
    She laughed.
“Seriously, do you think he’d make some for me? I’d be willing to pay whatever
his asking price is. I’d love to have some for the lodge.”
    “We can take a walk up
and ask him if you’d like,” Drake told her.
    She resisted the urge
to look at the time. Once again, she was getting nothing done today. Taking one
day off seemed to have set the pattern for the entire weekend, but she was
enjoying herself for the most part, so she simply said, “Sure, I’d like that.”
    “Okay, let me get that
walker for you and we’ll load it up on the way out.” She watched him step into
the other room, and then she got up and looked at the pictures on the mantle.
There were a lot of him at various stages of his life with his parents or a man
in a wheelchair, who she assumed was his uncle. Drake looked a little like his
mom and a little like his dad … and a lot like his uncle. There were also quite
a few of him with a blonde-haired girl that looked a lot like the doctor. She
felt that annoying twinge of jealousy again.
    “All right, here it
is,” he said, returning with the folded-up contraption. He carried it out and
put it in her car, and then they started the short trek up to his uncle’s
house.
    The mountain behind
Drake’s property was still mostly green, but Sophie could see where there were
patches of color—the leaves were just beginning to change. She couldn’t wait
until it was full-on fall and everything was in vivid color. When they got to
the little house, Drake stepped up onto the porch and, through the screen door,
he said, “Uncle Mac, I have someone that would like to meet you.”
    “Come on in,” a deep
voice called back. Drake held the door open while Sophie stepped inside. This
little house was furnished with the same handmade furniture that was in Drake’s
house, and the place was just as neat.
    A man in a wheelchair
rolled out of the bedroom. He held two little wiggly burnt-orange creatures in
his lap that looked almost like kittens with bushy tails. He smiled at Sophie. He’s as handsome as his nephew, she
thought, just older.
    “Uncle Mac, this is
Sophie Michelson. She’s the one that I’m working for over at the inn.”
    The older man offered
his hand, and Sophie shook it. “I’m pleased to meet you, Sophie.”
    “It’s nice to meet you
too. Are these the kits I’ve heard about?” Mac looked like a proud papa. He
introduced them to Sophie