An O'brien Family Christmas. Sherryl Woods
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“Window boxes weren’t exactly part of the curriculum in architecture school.”
“Mick probably never thought he’d be creating a flower shop work space for Bree, but he pulled it off,” she challenged. “The way I hear it, you’re as good an architect as your uncle is.”
He regarded her with amusement. “Is that a challenge?”
She laughed. “Pretty much. Maybe we could even have a design competition, get everybody in town involved. I’ll have to warn Jake and Bree, since it could be big business for his nursery and her flower shop. We could turn Chesapeake Shores into the flower showplace of the Eastern Seaboard.”
“You never think small, do you?”
“No,” she said readily. “How about you?” Her expression turned serious. “Are you happy designing houses like the one you did for Susie and Mack? Or do you want to take on a whole community someday, the way Mick has done?”
He hesitated, unsure what her reaction was likely to be, then admitted, “Actually I’m designing a community in Florida right now.”
She stopped and faced him, her eyes alight. “You are? Why didn’t I know that?”
“It’s not as if we’ve had a lot of conversations recently. A developer contacted Mick a couple of months ago. Mick had me sit in on the meetings, then told me to take charge of the project. He’s overseeing my work, but it will be my vision.”
“Matthew, that’s amazing!” Suddenly the light in her eyes dimmed. “Tell me about it. Are you designing just the houses or everything?”
“Everything, from the single-family homes and town houses to the retail area, from the town green to the pedestrian-only streets, even an elementary school,” he said, unable to contain his pride over the confidence Mick obviously had in him. With that confidence came a huge burden of responsibility. Mick’s reputation would be on the line, along with his own.
“Does that mean you’ll be spending a lot of time in Florida?” Laila asked.
He nodded. “At the time it didn’t seem like much of a drawback, but now I have to wonder….” His voice trailed off. If they were to get back on track, did he dare spend so much time away from home right now?
“You have to do it,” she said staunchly. “Matthew, it’s an incredible opportunity, and Mick is showing a tremendous amount of faith in you. You can’t let him down.”
“But you and I, we’ve barely begun to reconnect.” He searched her face. “Or don’t you see it the same way? Are we starting over or not? “
“I’m not entirely sure what we’re doing,” she responded candidly. “This is a vacation. It’s not a real test of anything. Whatever we do, we have to move forward slowly this time. We rushed into a relationship before we thought it through before. Maybe having you working out of town will be exactly what we need so we don’t get carried away and do something impulsive. The distance might give us the perspective we need to decide whether we really do belong together.”
He couldn’t help smiling. “I thought you liked the impulsive streak I bring out in you. At least that’s what you’ve always said.”
“True,” she admitted. “But it’s not really me.”
“Which was exactly the point, I thought. You said you liked stretching your boundaries.”
“Maybe I stretched them a little too far. I was way beyond my comfort zone when we were together. Accountants and bankers, we don’t take a lot of risks. We’re known for our caution and sensible decisions.”
“I don’t think you went too far,” he said solemnly, looking into her eyes, then brushing a curl from her cheek. “Maybe you were out of your comfort zone, but I love the impulsive, unpredictable you.”
“But not the staid, ordinary me?” she asked, sounding resigned. “See what I mean? We’re too different, Matthew.”
“Hey, there is nothing staid or ordinary about you,” he protested. “Not even on your worst day. You can be thoroughly responsible when it comes to work and still have a wild side, Laila. You’re a complicated, complex woman. Don’t put yourself into some tiny niche and be afraid to expand your horizons. Then your father wins.”
“I don’t know,” she said, though she looked hopeful.
He waved off the entire conversation. It had gotten way too serious. “Enough about the future and enough self-analysis,” he said. “I see a pub just ahead and it’s calling our names.”
She regarded him with amusement. “Really? I don’t hear anything.”
“Then you obviously haven’t been in Dublin quite long enough.”
“Will I be seeing leprechauns soon, too?”
“After enough Guinness, it’s entirely possible,” he told her, leading the way into the pub, which had a fire burning in the hearth and a jovial lunch crowd of local workers and holiday shoppers crammed into every corner.
He spotted a pair of empty seats, squeezed through the throng to order two pints of ale, then wove his way back to find Laila laughing with a couple of young Irishmen at the next table. His heart stumbled at the sight, but he managed to keep his own smile in place as he joined her.
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