At Bluebonnet Lake (Texas Crossroads Book #1): A Novel Read Online Free

while he repaired the screen, but the voices of the blonde and her grandmother had carried clearly. And, from what he heard, it was clear the blonde had a job to return to, a job she loved, a job with a future. Greg, on the other hand, lacked even a hint of what his future would hold.
    He clenched his fists, then released them slowly. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. He had never been one to dither. From the time he’d been a teenager, his future had been clear. At first he hadn’t dreamt of having his own firm, but he’d known that writing computer software was what he wanted to do. And now . . . Maybe Drew was right that he needed him.
    At the time, Drew had been touting his own skills and how they complemented Greg’s. But maybe Drew had seen what Greg hadn’t been able to. Perhaps Greg did need a partner.
    The question remained: a partner to do what?

    It will be all right, Kate told herself as she hung the last blouse in the tiny closet. Though the cabin would win no awards for decorating, it had what she’d heard described as good bones. The rooms, while small, were well proportioned with generously sized baseboards and door moldings. The closet doors were even real doors, not those accordion pleated vinyl ones that some hotel chains seemed to prefer. While the furniture was a bit rustic for her taste, it was in reasonable condition. What the cabin needed were things to brighten it: fresh paint and some artwork for the walls, colorful bedspreads and curtains.
    Kate shook her head. It was silly to be thinking about redecorating the cabins. It wasn’t as if this were her home. It was temporary lodging, with the emphasis on temporary. The only reason she was focusing on her surroundings was that it kept her worries relegated to the back of her brain.
    She checked the pockets on the rollaboard for the third time, then, satisfied that they were empty, zipped it shut and slid it under the bed. As she did, she heard the creak of the bed in the other room. Sally.
    The fears Kate had tried to block came rushing back, starting with the seriousness of her grandmother’s heart condition. After Sally had played what Kate called the trump card to convince her to come here, Kate had called the doctor, but he’d refused to tell her anything, citing patients’ confidentiality rights. The most Dr. Morrison would say was that he believed there was no reason Sally should not take this trip. That was good news. There was no reason to worry, and yet Kate did, because she didn’t know what she would do without her grandmother. Sally had been the one constant in her life.
    Three short strides took Kate to the window. If she craned her neck, she could see the next cabin. Constructed of painted cinder block, it appeared to be even larger than number 12. Perhaps that was the reason it looked unoccupied. This was, after all, not peak season. It was likely that the majority of guests were couples who might not want to pay for rooms they wouldn’t use.
    Kate and Sally might have shared a room had it not been for the length of their stay. When they’d planned this trip, they’d agreed that a bit of privacy would be good. Sally would read, and Kate . . . She paused, then chuckled. Kate would check her messages. It was what she always did.
    She glanced at her watch. Sally had looked so exhausted when she’d announced that she was going to take a nap that Kate imagined she’d sleep for another hour. Perfect. She pulledher cell phone out of her purse and frowned. Not a single bar. Another strike against Rainbow’s End.
    Kate looked around her room, then walked into the living room and performed the same inspection. No phones, not even a phone jack. She hadn’t been surprised by the absence of a television. The brochure had claimed that was one of Rainbow’s End’s advantages, a way of helping guests enjoy the natural beauty of the Hill Country without unnecessary distractions.
    Kate could live without a TV. But cell service