The Billionaire Experience
Settling down doesnβt always mean settling for lessβ¦
Billionaire adventurer Brody Crane knows better than to stay in one place for too long. What was he thinking when he decided to write a book about settling down? Not only is the house he bought in need of repairs, but heβs also wrestling with a terminal case of writerβs bloβhe canβt even think the words. Until an unexpected Muse shows up on his doorstepβ¦
Handywoman Reagan Palmer is, unbeknownst to her new author client, the former inhabitant of the quaint brick house in upscale suburbia. She will do anything to keep the home she grew up in from becoming a gargantuan multimillion-dollar new build, including moving in and overseeing the repairs herself.
But Reagan inspires more than just Brodyβs writing. As she steps into a world of wealth sheβs never experienced, their relationship moves from friendly to on fire. Brody, who has made it a habit to cut and run, finds himself flirting with forever. Can Reagan trust him to make their house a home, or is this one adventurer who will never hang up his hat?
Brody & Reagan
Excerpt
βI canβt let you cut down that tree,β she snapped. βI love that tree.β
His smile fell, but he seemed more curious than angry.
She immediately wanted to Ctrl+Z her emotional outburst. It wasnβt like her not to be pragmatic. On the drive over, sheβd concocted a perfectly sensible list of reasons to leave the tree as it stood. Now that she was standing in front of a broad set of shoulders, thick hair that begged for a womanβs fingers, and a pair of thighs she could bounce a quarter off of, well, sheβ¦what was she saying?
βTrees are helpful for the environment.β The words burst from her lips. She was grateful to have remembered at least one of her mental bullet points. βOxygen production. Which we breathe.β
He took a step closer to her. At least he was listening.
βDid you know that trees communicate with their surrounding environments, including with one another? If you cut down that maple, there will be a break in the chain.β
βYou sound like my sister. You two know each other?β He turned his head right, then left like he was suspicious. βDid she send you over here?β
βI donβt know your sister. But I can promise you that this tree is not going to fall down anytime soon. Five years ago, there was a torrential storm, and the winds reached upwards of eighty-nine miles an hour. That maple lost three larger branches, but its trunk didnβt so much as bend. Sheβs rooted deep.β
He folded his arms over his chest, skepticism lining his brow. βHow do you know how many branches that maple tree lost? Kind of hard to tell from your vantage point, wasnβt it?β
βMy vantage point?β
βJeanβs front window.β He gestured across the street to where Jean surreptitiously yanked the leaves off one of her fruit treeβs branches and threw them into a rose bush. When the tree guy turned around, she showed him the naked branch. βIs she related to you?β
Reagan understood why heβd think that. The only other time heβd seen her was when sheβd stepped out of Jeanβs house. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him that Ike was her grandfather, but she didnβt know if she could trust Brody Crane not to rat her out. The last thing Ike needed was to worry about Bettyβs tree.
βSheβs not a relative, but she is a friend. And a customer. I have a lot of friends who are customers on this street. Iβm a repairwoman.β
βReally.β His eyes narrowed in apparent interest. βWhat do you repair?β
She lifted one shoulder into a shrug. βPretty much anything, as long as itβs minor and doesnβt require a permit.β
βLeaks? Creaky floorboards?β He raised an eyebrow. βKitchen sinks?β
A smile tickled the corner of her mouth as she recalled him tossing a kitchen sink onto his front yard. βAll of those.β
βReally,β he repeated.
βIβll swing back by, maβam.β The tree guy waved to Jean with his clipboard and returned to Brodyβs yard. The stitched name tag on his work shirt read Alberto. βYour neighborβs something else,β he told Brody. βIf you want to sign this, I can put you on the schedule for tree removal. Might not be until early next week, but weβll fit you in.β
Reaganβs mind raced. There had to be another point she could make that would convince him not toβ
βActually, Iβve decided to keep it.β
Alberto glanced at Reagan who offered an uncertain smile.
βShe convinced me to keep it. What can I do?β Brody thrust both hands into the front pockets of his jeans and shrugged.
Alberto narrowed his eyes as if to say Cut it down, thatβs what you can do. But instead, he said, βIs she opposed to me lopping off the dead branches?β
βYouβll have to ask her.β Brody turned to Reagan for an answer, and she grew warm under his full attention. Those golden-brown eyes that had captivated her in his headshot online were more captivating in person.
βUm, yeah. That would be fine.β When Alberto moved toward his truck, she quickly added, βAs long as theyβre small.β
βSmall. Got it.β Alberto gave her a thumbs-up.
βGateβs open,β Brody told him.
Alberto nodded and returned to his truck for a pair of loppers and an electric chainsaw. Then he walked down the driveway and disappeared into the backyard. Brody turned toward her expectantly.
βI assume I wonβt have to give the tree three daysβ notice for the branches being trimmed. Isnβt that more like a haircut?β
βI guess so,β she said slowly, not sure what he meant. βYou didnβt need my permission, you know. Itβs your house. Your tree. Out of curiosity, what changed your mind? The bit about how they communicate, or the oxygen thing?β
βYou had me at βI love that tree.ββ
Crane Brothers