He leaned against the counter, trying for it not to be so obvious that his gaze was raking her up and down to get a good view of her legs and admiring her sexy lips. “I’m here because I own the place.”
IVY STARED AT NOLAN, hoping she hadn’t heard him correctly but a part of her knew she had. How in the world had Nana and Ms. Laverne managed to pull this off? She didn’t have to ask herself why they’d done such a thing, because she already knew the reason. They assumed she and Nolan were perfect for each other but they were so wrong on that account.
And why did Nolan appear taller than he had that morning at his office? Now she had to tilt her head nearly all the way back to look up at him. And why was she noticing that he was even more handsome than before? Instead of a business suit he was dressed in a pair of well-worn jeans and a pair of roughed boots. And why was his lean waist, firm stomach, perfect tight abs and muscled shoulders showing in a well-defined way through the cotton material of his T-shirt? Her senses felt overloaded.
“I can’t believe this,” she said, pushing away from the door to cross the room and sit down at the table. All she could do was shake her head at how easily she’d been conned. “I should have known. I never win contests.”
“A contest?” Nolan asked.
She nodded, feeling like a fool. “This was Nana and Ms. Laverne’s doing.”
“That I believe,” he said, clearly putting the pieces together.
Ivy was grateful for that. There was no doubt in her mind that he was just as outraged and disgusted as she was. “Thanks.”
“How did you get here?” he asked, finally moving from where he was standing to join her at the table.
“I drove.”
“Where’s your car? I didn’t see another vehicle in the yard when I arrived.”
“I put it in the garage.” She released a frustrated sigh. “I honestly didn’t suspect a thing. I got a call early in the week that claimed I had won a week’s stay here from a contest run by a dry cleaner that I frequent.”
His brow lifted. “What’s the name of the cleaners?”
“Altamonte Dry Cleaners.”
He nodded slowly and then said, “That part explains things.”
“How?” She wanted to know.
He leaned back in the chair and she tried not to notice how good he smelled. He was wearing the same cologne as before. “Altamonte Dry Cleaners is owned my grandaunt Pearl’s side of the family. She was an Altamonte when she married my granduncle Lee.”
Ivy’s eyes widened. “Her family would help your great-grandmother with her matchmaking scheme?”
He chuckled and she tried to ignore how the sound seemed to vibrate across her skin. “In a heartbeat. For them it would be like history repeating itself. I understand that they conspired with Mama Laverne years ago to marry their only daughter off to Granduncle Lee. So yes, there’s no doubt in my mind if Mama Laverne called on them to help carry out her plans, they would have done what she asked them to do.”
Ivy found his statement astounding. “But why?”
His lips tightened into a frown. “You know why. Because my great-grandmother has everyone convinced she is an ace at matchmaking with a 100 percent success record that she can’t go wrong. But what Mama Laverne and her adoring believers fail to realize and accept is that there’s a first time for everything. Even failure. Just because she’s had great success in the past doesn’t mean anything about the future.”
“I agree. That’s what makes everything they are doing so annoying. Did you mention to your great-grandmother you were coming here today?”
“No.”
“Then how would she know how and when to put her plan into action?” Ivy asked, trying to break eye contact with him. The intensity of the dark eyes staring back at her was unnerving. She’d noticed the anger in his features was slowly easing and she was trying to let hers do the same. Somehow they needed to replace anger with action. There had to be a way to effectively combat Nana’s and Ms. Laverne’s foolishness. As far as she was concerned, they had gone too far this time, involving others to participate in their nonsense.
He shrugged those massive shoulders and she found that unnerving as well. “I mentioned my plans to several family members,” he said. “I can only assume she got wind of it and came up with a plan.”
“Did you not get a chance to talk to her since we last saw each other?”
Frustration appeared in his features. “I talked to her. That same day. But it was like what I was saying was going through one ear and going out the other. Did you talk to your grandmother?”
“Yes. I asked her to stay out of my affairs, but it’s obvious my request went in one ear and out the other, also.” She released a frustrated breath. “I can’t believe after our conversation that she went along with setting us up like this. And what angers me more than anything is knowing it might not be their last time.”
“Make no mistake. It won’t be their last time. It might be your grandmother’s first time trying her hand at matchmaking, but my great-grandmother considers herself an old pro with years of experience. She’s not about to let up. It doesn’t matter what we tell them, they’re determined to have it their way.”
After taking a deep breath, Ivy stood. “Well, I refuse to be a pawn in their foolishness. I’ll start packing to leave and will be out of your way. Again, I am so sorry for the intrusion. I would not have come here if for one minute I’d thought winning that contest was a sham.”
He stood as well, and again she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. “There’s no need to apologize since it wasn’t your fault.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m invading your privacy,” she said, moving from around the table.
“I guess you’re the reason my refrigerator is stocked and why there’s a welcome basket on my living room table.”
She nodded. “Afraid so. I stopped by that market a few miles up the road and picked up a few things.”
He nodded. “And here I thought that perhaps my property manager was bucking for a raise. Two percent milk should have tipped me off.”
She arched a brow. “And what’s wrong with 2 percent milk?”
“Nothing, if that’s what you like to drink. I prefer whole milk. I grew up on it. The Madaris family used to run a dairy back in the day in addition to raising cattle.”
Good Lord, she hoped he hadn’t noticed how she was hanging on to his every word. She loved the sound of his voice. It was deep and husky.
“At least let me pay you for those items,” he offered.
She waved off his words. “No, I won’t
