Lauren tried not to watch the clock, but when her foreman, Gene, left and then returned to Magleby Mansion, Lauren couldn’t help the restlessness in her muscles.
When would Trent show up?
His paperwork sat in her truck, because she’d been secretly planning to get him alone and ask him to the unveiling for real. As her date.
Aunt Mabel had made it clear Lauren should bring someone, and that the article about the new west wing in the Mansion would be printed in every magazine and paper from here to Forks.
Lauren had added fifteen minutes to her treadmill workout that morning in anticipation of being photographed. And to have one of Hawthorne Harbor’s most eligible—and handsome—bachelors on her arm? Lauren definitely needed to go shopping for a new dress.
But first, Trent needed to show
