CHAPTER 19
Okay, so Delaney had expected Connor’s place to be gorgeous, but she hadn’t expected this gorgeous. The historic low-country mansion sat back on a grassy rise, the bright green lawn surrounding it golf course short. Massive pecan trees rose up like pillars on either side of the driveway, and though it was barely dusk, fireflies flashed in the shadows.
As Delaney climbed out of her car, three drifted past, blinking. She could smell fresh-cut grass, and for a beat, it took her back to their first date at the job site. “And now I’m here,” she muttered. It felt huge.
Or maybe that was just her nerves lying to her.
Her heart was in her throat. In some ways, meeting Connor’s kids was even more nerve-wracking than meeting Connor himself.
Which is silly, she told herself trying—and
