in abandon. This was his second trip to Wickham Falls, a town boasting a population of four thousand permanent residents, and although he found it aesthetically beautiful, it still was much too rural and isolated for his tastes.
“I suppose that’s as good excuse as any to sell off land.”
“It’s not an excuse,” Viviana countered, “but a reason.”
Lowering his hand, he met her eyes. There was something so incredibly sensual about Viviana Remington that Noah found it difficult to draw a normal breath. He knew it was rude to stare, but sitting across from her at the table, he hadn’t been able to pull his eyes away from her black, curly hair framing her delicate face and cascading down her back, her flawless golden-brown complexion, her large and clear toffee-colored eyes, and her full, lush mouth.
A hint of a smile parted his lips. “Are you willing to sell some of your remaining four acres?”
Viviana shook her head. “No. The Falls House sits on two acres, the guesthouses on one, and I need the remaining acre in the event a guest would like to book an outdoor event.”
Noah thought about her brother’s fiancée’s suggestion he either build eight middle-income homes or sixteen moderately priced homes on one or half-acre lots. “I like what I see, but it’s going take some time before I decide which type of structures to design.” Since joining family-owned-and-operated Wainwright Developers Group, he had become involved in the division responsible for domestic sales.
“You’re going to design the homes?”
Noah looked at Viviana as if she had spoken a foreign language. “Yes. Why?”
“I...I thought your focus was being a developer.”
His eyebrows lifted slightly. “I’m an architect and a developer. Once I get back to New York I’ll scan a copy of my degree and send it to you.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t be facetious, Noah. It’s not very becoming.”
His expression was the epitome of innocence. “I wasn’t being facetious, Viviana. I just want to prove that I’m not a fraud.”
“Did I say you were a fraud?”
Noah did not want to get into a debate with Viviana about his professional credentials. All he wanted was a verbal agreement as to the price of the land so he could set up in Washington, DC. Whenever he oversaw a new construction project, he’d made it a practice to live close to the site until it was completed.
“How much do you want for the land?”
Viviana crossed her arms under her breasts. “You’ll have to discuss that with Leland. He oversees the finances, while I’m responsible for running the business.”
“If that’s the case, then I suggest we walk back to the house.”
Viviana turned on her heel and headed in the direction of the antebellum mansion that showed obvious signs of disrepair. Noah was several steps behind her, which gave him the advantage of watching the fluid sway of her hips in a pair of stretch slacks. She was average height for a woman, slim, but not so slim she would be deemed skinny.
When he had asked his CEO father for authorization to purchase the land, Edward Wainwright had balked at the idea of building in rural West Virginia until Noah reminded him that his nephew Giles lived in Wickham Falls. Edward called him twenty-four hours later and gave his approval.
Noah wiped his boots on the thick mat outside the door and walked into the historic mansion boasting ten bedroom suites to discuss the terms of the sale with Leland Remington.
Three months later...
Noah downshifted and maneuvered onto the road leading to the Wickham Falls Bed and Breakfast. He’d completed the renderings for the homes, surrounded by age-old trees that he planned to build in the valley. The drawings included the retention of much of the natural plant life to blend harmoniously with the existing landscape.
He’d managed to keep busy since his last trip to the coal-mining region with a project in DC. It was the first time WDG had put up luxury condos in the capital city, and most of the units in the twelve-story high-rise were sold before completion. It had taken supreme willpower for Noah not to take a side trip to Wickham Falls with the hope that he would run into Viviana. There was something about her that made him less confident than he normally was around women. Even though he’d wanted to ask Giles about her, he’d decided it was best he not let his cousin know that his interest in Viviana Remington went beyond business.
Noah was definitely not a novice when it came to interacting with women.
Whether subtle or bold, he knew with a single glance whether or not to approach a woman to let her know that he was interested in her, but that hadn’t happened with Viviana. She’d met his eyes and then ignored him as if he did not exist. To say she had deflated his confidence was an understatement.
He had been tempted to ask Giles’s wife, Mya, about Viviana because she had grown up in Wickham Falls but then changed his mind once he realized he would have to return to wait for the town board to approve his building application. And when he’d informed Giles that he was coming to Wickham Falls for an extended stay, Giles had invited him to stay with him, his wife and toddler daughter, but Noah declined the invitation, preferring instead to live at the bed-and-breakfast to get to know Viviana better.
Again, Noah was overwhelmed with the natural splendor of the Mountain State. There were tree-covered mountains, lush valleys waterfalls, as well as rapids, lakes, rivers and primordial forest, which was nirvana for hunters and fishermen. He didn’t hunt, but he did fish. There was nothing more exciting to Noah than fishing off the side of a boat and catching dinner.
Viviana had said she’d needed to sell the land to make repairs to her home, and as Noah drove up the path leading to the magnificent mansion, his practiced eye immediately saw the changes. The house sported a new coat of paint; the black shutters framing tall energy-saving windows were also new. When he’d first come to the home that the locals called The Falls House, he recognized the design was modeled on architecture found in Barbados. He’d seen many island antebellum homes that were built on raised basements to catch the breeze, but it was odd to see the style in West Virginia where heat and humidity did not equal those areas farther south.
He slowed to less than five miles an hour when he saw a tall, slender man with a long, snow-white ponytail come out of the house with Viviana. With wide eyes, Noah stared at her as she embraced the man before he got into a late-model, gray pickup and started the engine. Maneuvering over to the side of the road, he let the man drive past him. Their eyes had met for a millisecond, yet it was long enough for Noah to surmise he was Viviana’s father. There was something about the man’s features that called to mind her brother Leland.
* * *
Viviana smiled when she saw Noah emerge from the racy silver sports car with New York plates. Her first impression of him having looked like a surfer was shattered completely with his transformation. The blond hair was fashionably barbered with a side part and heavy waves brushed off his forehead. She knew in a single glance that his charcoal-gray slacks had not come off a rack and his stark white shirt with a monogram on the left French cuff was also custom-made.
She
