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“Hey, Kevin.”
“Good to see you, Lisa.”
She might not want to see him, but she had to admit he was fun to look at, with his tall frame, well muscled from the years he’d spent doing construction work, and the chiseled features of his face, saved from being harsh by an almost incongruous dimple that appeared when he smiled.
“Good to see you, too,” she replied, settling on yet another half-truth.
He gave her a smile that didn’t quite match the awareness of her evasion she sensed in his gray eyes. Or maybe she was just projecting her own uneasiness on him. He had this way of making her feel emotionally naked.
Naked…
She was just close enough to catch the clean scent of his skin and imagine that she could feel the warmth emanating from him. Heaven knew she missed being close to a man, but in her experience, the cost for that comfort was more than she was willing to pay.
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Dear Reader,
A few years ago I ventured to Davenport, Iowa, for the first time. A very special man in my life was moving there to start a new job. I wasn’t exactly inclined to love the place, since it was so far from my home in Michigan, but love the place I did! I visit Davenport—and that special man—whenever I can.
Davenport’s lovely neighborhoods nestled along the Mississippi River, combined with its rich history, make it an ideal setting for a Harlequin American Romance novel. It’s also perfect for the story of a couple with a lot of history between them. I hope you enjoy the warmth of the village of East Davenport and the growing attraction between harried single mom and bakery owner Lisa Kincaid and maybe-friend, maybe-something-more Kevin Decker. Sometimes love is right in sight; it’s just a matter of opening one’s eyes!
When your visit with Lisa and Kevin has ended, I invite you to stop by my place at www.dorienkelly. com, or say hello to me on Facebook, where I can be found at www.facebook.dorienkelly.com.
Wishing you all the best!
Dorien Kelly
The Littlest Matchmaker
Dorien Kelly
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dorien Kelly is a former attorney who is much happier as an author. In addition to her years practicing business law, at one point or another she has also been a waitress, a bank teller and a professional chauffeur to her three children. Her current (and very romantic) day job is executive director of a lighthouse keepers association.
When Dorien isn’t writing or keeping lighthouses lit, she loves to garden, travel and be with her friends and family. A RITA® Award nominee, she is also the winner of a Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart Award, a Booksellers’ Best Award, a Maggie Award and a Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence. She lives in a small village in Michigan with one or more of her children and three crazed dogs.
To Kathleen Scheibling. Thanks for the
warm welcome to Harlequin American Romance!
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter One
Lisa Kincaid specialized in three things: shortbread, scones and sleep deprivation. She preferred the first two over the third, but as a bakery/coffeehouse owner and single mom of a four-year-old, lack of sleep came with the territory.
“Are you ready?” she called to her son, Jamie, who sat at one of Shortbread Cottage’s café tables polishing off his last bits of breakfast. “Miss Courtney’s going to think we slept in.”
“Ready,” he said.
Lisa came around the display counter and checked out his half-finished cup of orange juice. “Almost ready.”
He grinned, picked up the cup, and then chugged its contents in championship style. When he was done, instead of using the napkin that still rested neatly folded to his left, he wiped his mouth with his hand.
Lisa ruefully shook her head. “Manners, mister.”
He pushed away from the table. “Gotta go see Miss Courtney. It’s build-a-castle day.”
She pointed toward the entry to the bakery’s kitchen. “You know where the dishes go.”
From her spot at the coffee bar, down at the far end of the counter, Suzanne Jacobs, Lisa’s sole employee and all-around lifesaver, said, “I’ll take care of it.”
Generally, Lisa considered it her duty to womankind to raise a son who could find and use a dishwasher. Today, though, she was willing to cave. It was nearly time for Kevin Decker to arrive for his morning scone and coffee.
Kevin was one of her best customers. Smart man. Great sense of humor. Hardworking. Kind to children and stray dogs…all that good stuff. There were countless reasons why a woman might want to be in his company, but lately he’d begun to make her feel edgy. Of course it wasn’t his fault; Kevin was the same as ever. This was her weird issue. All the same, she needed a fortifying dose of Iowa autumn sunshine before seeing him.
She took Jamie’s hand. “Thanks, Suz. I’ll be right back.”
“No hurry,” Suzanne called over the slow, waking hiss of the espresso maker.
Lisa might have agreed, but Jamie had other plans. As they exited the rambling old clapboard house that served both as bakery and their home, he tugged on her hand.
“C’mon, Mommy.”
She smiled as she looked down at her son, who so resembled James, her late husband. Jamie had been not quite a year old when his father had died in an accident. James never had the chance to see that when his son left infancy, he’d grow to look all Scot, like Aberdeen-born James. Jamie had wild, sandy-brown hair and pale skin prone to freckles. Already, his build was beginning to echo his father’s—sturdy and athletic. But her son also possessed her push-on-though determination, as he was displaying right now, practically dragging her down Shortbread Cottage’s winding brick pathway in his rush to get to Miss Courtney’s Day Care, where he spent weekday mornings.
Three afternoons a week he attended preschool at the rather posh Hillside Academy, courtesy of her parents. It had been a gift Lisa couldn’t refuse, much as it had nicked at her pride and independence. But part of being a mom was basing her decisions on Jamie’s wellbeing, not her ego. She could do it, despite the occasional twinge.
When Lisa had become pregnant with Jamie at the age of twenty-one, she’d been shocked and totally unprepared, yet now she couldn’t imagine life without him. No longer could she imagine a life away from Davenport’s east village, either. Lisa loved the business she’d built for herself in this little wedge of Iowa history overlooking the Mississippi River. Funny, because when she’d been in high school, all she’d wanted was to get the heck out of here. Now she understood that quaint did not necessarily equal boring.
Jamie let go of her hand and began skipping down the sidewalk in front of her. It was the sort of day that made Lisa want to skip, too. Though it was late September, the air still held the humid perfume of summer and the low, lazy song of a tugboat horn as the vessel pushed its barges fat with newly harvested grain. If she had the luxury of a day off, she’d sit in the park overlooking the river and do absolutely nothing but catch the sun. Okay, not really. Actually, she’d catch up on their endless laundry pile, but a woman should be entitled to her dreams.
“Wait up,” she called to Jamie, who was ready to round the corner into the neighborhood that sat behind her home/business.
Jamie danced with impatience, but did as requested.
“So it’s build-a-castle day?” she asked once she’d taken his hand again.
Jamie nodded. “Mr. Kevin’s bringing over big boxes and we’re gonna make a castle.”
Lisa slowed. In addition to all the other good stuff about Kevin Decker, he was also her best friend Courtney’s oldest brother. Co-owner of a construction company, Kevin had overseen the renovations to the almost crazy-big Victorian that Courtney had inherited from their great-grandmother, making the main floor into the perfect day care center.
“Sounds great,” she enthused for her son’s sake. For her own sake, she hoped that the build-a-castle plans were slated for later in the day and that she had a few more Kevin-free moments.
No such luck. As they rounded the block, Lisa saw a shiny red pickup parked in Courtney’s drive. She didn’t need to look any closer to know that Decker Construction was emblazoned on the truck’s doors. It was as familiar to her as the white gingerbread trim that Kevin had designed, hand-cut and added to Shortbread Cottage’s slate-blue facade last summer.
Kevin’s truck bed was already empty of the boxes so there was a good chance he was out back in the play area. Maybe she could escape without seeing him. She felt like a rat for even having these avoidance thoughts.
Jamie chugged up the broad steps to Miss Courtney’s covered front porch and then slipped inside without a backward glance at his mother. Lisa followed. As always, Courtney was in the entry hall to greet the children and then send them on to the playroom, where her assistant waited.
Courtney gave Jamie his morning welcome. Lisa was impressed he managed to toss a distracted “Bye, Mommy” in her direction before heading back to the playroom.
“So, what’s up?” Courtney asked Lisa. “You two are usually the last in the door.”
“I thought I’d shake up my schedule. You know…add a little excitement to my life,” she replied while pulling the antique oak front door partway closed behind her.
Laughing, Courtney shook her head, sending her corkscrew blond curls bouncing. “What scares me is that there’s a good possibility you’re serious. You really are in a rut, you know.”
“Rut’s too negative. I prefer to think of it as my beloved routine.” Lisa was well aware that she never took time for herself, but she was okay with that. She had to be. Jamie and her business came first.
“Call it what you want, but it’s time to give yourself a break. I have an idea…”
Lisa wasn’t crazy about the way her friend’s voice had taken on the same sort of singsong quality her mother’s did when yet another futile dating fix-up was in the offing.
“Ideas are good,” she replied in a neutral tone.
Just then another mom and child came in, and Lisa turned to slip out before Courtney pressured her into something she didn’t want to do.
“Stay,” Courtney commanded.
“I’d rather fetch,” Lisa replied, earning a giggle from the little girl Courtney had just greeted.
Courtney gave Lisa a pointed look. “Let’s work on stay.”
Resigned to her fate, she waited while Courtney chatted with the mom for a second.
After the mom departed, a speculative light returned to Courtney’s blue eyes. “Tonight, Kevin, Scott and I—”
Lisa held out her hand like a backup singer. “Stop there. Anything involving three Deckers isn’t good…it’s dangerous.”
“Come on, we’re not dangerous.”
Lisa thought but knew better than to say One of you is…to me, at least, aloud.
“Okay, maybe not dangerous, but definitely a little crazy,” she replied instead.
Courtney shrugged. “Guilty as charged, but the least you can do is hear me out.”
“If it were another night, I would, for sure,” Lisa fibbed. “But Wednesday is Inquisition Night, remember? I have dinner with Mom and Dad.”
“That’s one heck of a family tradition,” a deep voice said from behind her. “What’s Thursday, Guilt and Self-recrimination Day?”
Lisa swallowed the panicky feeling that Kevin Decker seemed to bring to the surface in her, then turned to greet him.
He ambled through the front door at the same easy pace he always took, even when at Shortbread Cottage juggling a business meeting over coffee, an incessantly ringing cell phone, and Jamie edging closer to hang out with his favorite customer. While she often had to fake being calm and collected, Kevin appeared to be the real deal.
“Hey, Kevin.”
“Good to see you, Lisa.”
She might not want to see him, but she had to admit he was fun to look at, with his tall frame, well muscled from the years he’d spent doing construction work, and the chiseled features of his face, saved from being harsh by an almost incongruous dimple that appeared when he smiled.
“Good to see you, too,” she replied, settling on yet another half truth.
He gave her a smile that didn’t quite match up with the awareness of her evasion she sensed in his gray eyes. Or maybe she was just projecting her own uneasiness on him. He had this way of making her feel emotionally naked.
Naked…
Hot color painted its way across her face as that word invited all sorts of other long-repressed thoughts about literal nakedness to come out and play. And since once freed, they didn’t seem to want to leave, she would. Lisa feigned a glance at her watch.
“Well, it’s time for me to get back to work,” she said.
“I could use my morning coffee. Hang on a second, and I’ll walk with you,” Kevin offered.
Her gaze was drawn to his long, blue jeans-clad legs and his worn, tan work boots. Feet. She could safely focus on feet, right? Except she’d feel like an idiot, conversing with the man’s boots.
“Thanks, but no,” she replied. “I really have to run.” Which was no lie, even if the motivation for running was messier and more personal than just getting back to Shortbread Cottage.
“Okay, so maybe we can all do something on Friday?” Courtney asked as Lisa was attempting to slip past Kevin and out the door.
She stopped in what was a bad spot—just close enough to catch the clean scent of Kevin’s skin and imagine that she could feel the warmth emanating from him. Heaven knew she missed being close to a man, but in her experience, the cost for that comfort was more than she was willing to pay.
“Really, Court, I’m too busy,” she said to her friend. “Just have some extra fun for me, okay?”
And then she left before she might recall in any more detail exactly what fun was.
“NOT A WORD ABOUT LISA,” Kevin warned his sister after the woman in question had bolted.
Courtney had on her best innocent face, one that he’d stopped buying back when she was sixteen and had “borrowed” his car to take a pack of her girlfriends to a concert in Chicago. Of course, he should have known better than to provide her with a set of keys for emergencies, but that was part of the duties he felt were his as the eldest Decker offspring.
“Why should I say anything?” she asked. “Just because you like her?”
This wasn’t a conversation he ever planned to have with Courtney. “Sure, I like Lisa. Who in this town doesn’t?”
“No, I mean like…like. As in ‘Kevin and Lisa sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g.’”
He laughed in spite of himself. “You’ve been hanging around the preschool set too much.”
His baby sister stuck her tongue out at him. “Says who?”
“Funny, but here’s what I’m saying…Don’t push things, okay? I’m capable of taking care of my own life.”
“You should be,” she said. “Except you’re too busy acting like you need to take care of me and Scott and even Mike, who’s what…all of two years younger than you? If you were taking care of your own life, you’d have at least asked Lisa out for dinner by now, after all the time you’ve spent worshipping at her coffee counter.”
“Worshipping? It’s breakfast.”
Courtney took a peek into the doorway to the playroom, probably doing a head count of her charges already there for the day.
“Sure, breakfast at the exact same place every day you’re in town,” she said as she returned to her spot at the front door.
“She’s a friend. That’s it. And when it comes to women, I haven’t exactly been suffering,” he pointed out.
And that was the truth. He dated whenever he wanted to. So what if he’d called a first-date moratorium a few months back? Or was it more like six months ago? Not that it mattered, and not that it was any of his little sister’s business.
“You’d be better off looking after your own social life, don’t you think, kid?” he suggested.
As soon as he’d said the words, he wished he could yank them back. It had only been six months since she’d broken it off with her fiancé for cheating on her, and rejected the Decker brothers’ collective offer to ship him in a storage container to the desolate wasteland of her choice.
Courtney didn’t say anything, but he could see the shadows of hurt in her eyes.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” he said, before wrapping her in a hug. “I spoke before thinking.”
Courtney sighed. “The Decker Curse. That, and wanting the unattainable.”
He stepped back and settled his hands on her shoulders. “I don’t know about the second part. From what I’ve seen, we Deckers are pretty good at getting what we want, once we put our minds to it. Don’t you think, Miss Courtney?” he asked, stressing the Miss, since his little sister had fought like a tiger when their parents had balked at the idea of Great-gram’s house being turned into Miss Courtney’s Day Care, and their only daughter taking on others’ children to watch when they wanted grandchildren of their own.
The sadness faded from her eyes. “Yeah, we can be just as tough as we need to be.”
The front door opened, and another of Courtney’s charges came in.
“You’ve got me beat, taking on this wild crew,” he said to his sister, softening the words with a wink.
She laughed, as he’d hoped she would. “Go on out back and wrestle with your boxes. And, Kevin…thanks.”
He knew that she meant for far more than the boxes. Her appreciation of his one or two good traits took some of the edge off not knowing how to deal with Lisa Kincaid’s lack of the same.
“Any time, kid,” he said, then went to finish his day’s work for his sister.
Kevin retrieved his tool pouch and cell phone from his truck’s cab. He buckled the well-used pouch around his hips and stuck the phone in its holster. He knew he’d be lucky to go five minutes without a call, and he really could have used some kickoff caffeine.
By now, he’d usually be at Shortbread Cottage having one coffee, black, the scone of the day, and sharing some laughter with Lisa. Courtney was dead-on with that observation; this had been his morning ritual for years, now. But after Lisa’s most recent hurried escape, he would skip the scone. He didn’t have the stomach for it.
As he walked to the backyard, he checked his phone for missed calls. Four of the six listed were from Scott, his youngest brother and partner. Scott was spending the day at a job site up the river, in Clinton, that was giving them fits. They seemed to be running through a streak of bad luck with subcontractors who couldn’t keep on schedule, so Scott was babysitting the drywallers today.
That was the big debate in the construction business—how much work to have performed by direct employees and how much to contract out. After three years with a pared-down crew, Kevin was nearly ready to bulk up on direct employees and deal less with subcontractors, but with the slower winter months coming that would be a bad financial move. Better to wait for the spring. And for a few dark memories to fade a little more.
Kevin opened the safety latch to the backyard’s gate, then closed it behind himself. The yard, with its professionally designed playscape, was empty, since the kids didn’t come out until just before lunch. At first he’d thought Courtney was officially losing her mind when she’d asked him to stockpile boxes, since the kids already had that marvel of modern architecture to climb through. Then he’d recalled how the empty boxes from his dad’s construction jobs had always been the Decker kids’ favorite toys. Even though his only steady exposure to kids was a few minutes of Jamie Kincaid’s company each weekday morning, he was sure that this part of childhood hadn’t changed.
Kevin dragged the appliance boxes, one by one, over to the edge of the playscape area, where the ground was thickly padded with shredded, recycled tires. He pulled the utility knife from his tool pouch, locked the blade into place, and began creating doorways and windows in the corrugated cardboard. He half wished that his life were once again so simple that a pile of boxes could become a castle. But in his world, boxes were boxes and castles were castles. He wasn’t sure when the magic had faded. Probably about the time Pop had broken both legs in a fall on a job site. Kevin had been eight and he’d wanted to drop out of school to cover for his dad. Needless to say, Pop had told him to hang on a while longer. He’d ended up waiting until the day after high school graduation.
Sometimes he couldn’t believe that sixteen years had passed so quickly. His dad had cut back to part-time hours in the office about eight years ago, then retired altogether three years subsequent to that. Scott had joined the company after college. It wasn’t arrogance to say that they were kicking butt.
But everything in life was about balance, Kevin guessed. On the other side of the scale from that business success remained the truth that his social life wasn’t so great, and that he had to bear the burden of the mistakes—financial and otherwise—he’d made since taking over Pop’s company. Some mistakes were easier to get past than others.
Kevin paused to survey the boxes he’d altered.
“Almost good enough,” he said to himself.
While he was making sure that all rough edges and loose staples had been removed, he glanced toward the playroom. Jamie Kincaid was gazing wistfully out the window. He gave the kid a wave and smiled at the subtle “so teacher can’t see me” wave he got in return. He liked the boy as much as the boy’s mother had apparently grown to dislike him.
Kevin could name with depressing precision the day Lisa had started looking at him as though he were Public Enemy Number One. That day wasn’t three years ago, when, by all rights, she should have started viewing him as a life-wrecker. No, she’d forgiven him the nearly unforgivable long before he’d been able to forgive himself. Instead, she’d started treating him like the village felon a few weeks ago, when he’d made the critical mistake of asking her whether she was feeling okay. Go figure.
He couldn’t believe that he was the only person in East Davenport who’d noticed that beneath her smiles and quick humor, Lisa had begun to change. He was perfectly willing to admit he wasn’t all that perceptive when it came to the nuances of emotion, so he just didn’t get why Courtney and the others couldn’t catch the difference. Maybe, though, there was some unwritten rule of platonic semifriendship he’d missed. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to acknowledge the lost expression he caught Lisa wearing every now and then. Or maybe he was supposed to buy into that public image she worked so hard to keep in place.
The problem was, he had no intention of following those rules anymore. Something had changed in him, too. Time was that he could look at Lisa and see only the business owner and friend—if she’d ever really been a friend. Their relationship had always been a tough one to categorize.
Now he saw the woman. He saw the sleek, red-brown hair that she kept tied up and wondered what it would feel like to free it. He saw her body’s slender curves and wondered how they’d fit against him. And most of all, he wondered if her skin would taste sugary sweet from all her time spent baking. Not that these thoughts were wrong…. He was just flat-out crazy to think anything might come of it.
Kevin took one last look at the boxes and deemed his job done. He considered just a quick stop at Shortbread Cottage for a coffee for the road, but rejected it. Friday, maybe. He’d try out that old proverb and see if absence would make her heart grow fonder, or at least more tolerant. Assuming she noted his absence. Pushing aside thoughts of Lisa, he jammed his utility knife back into its slot in his apron, then winced at the poke he felt through the thick leather.
“Smart move,” he said to himself.
He’d forgotten to sheathe the blade. A quick check after locking it down confirmed that the apron had done its job, and he hadn’t managed to stab himself.
Kevin shook his head at his own idiocy. If he didn’t get his act together and focus on work, Lisa Kincaid just might be the death of him. And damned if that irony didn’t cut more deeply than his utility knife ever could.
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