Love Makes the Difference (Sully Point Book 1) Read Online Free

a great imagination and in
his mind he was already coming up with scenarios that might fit Anna's
situation. By the time he pulled into the driveway at the beach house, he
started chuckling. He was conjuring up erotic scenes of him rescuing her from
some dire straits--definitely going a bit far out there.
    Still he wondered just what she did in that building. It had
looked like an industrial type of brick building with a couple of floors. Did
she have a second job at night? He couldn't imagine Frank Grainger letting his
daughter work another job at night on top of her day job. Clearly the family
was doing okay financially, what with owning several businesses.
    He turned on the Bose sound system he'd brought with him the
first week he was moved in. He didn't have a television in the house and he wouldn't
in the future. It would be an unnecessary distraction. Since it was too late to
continue any work on the outside of the house, he sat down at his makeshift
desk and opened up his laptop computer, staring at the screen. He thought about
Danielle. She was one of the most complex characters he'd ever written in one
of his books. Her sparkling green eyes hid a multitude of sins. Green eyes,
kind of like Anna's today. And just like Danielle in his story, Anna was hiding
something, something big. It dawned on him that he was back to thinking about
Anna.
    He stalked off in aggravation to the kitchen to grab a beer
from the fridge. After ordering a pizza for delivery, he sat out on the deck. And
immediately started thinking about what Anna might be doing this night.
    * * * *
    Anna flipped on her iPod as soon as she walked in the door
to the loft. Classical music began pouring out of the speakers at a high
volume. She immediately turned it down and searched for something to listen to
that would match her mood. The question was--just what was her mood?
    As always, she felt free as soon as she saw her easel set up
and waiting for her. However, she also felt keyed up and all fluttery inside
from the encounter with Sam. He really was quite gorgeous, she thought as she
wandered into the large, open room. And he seemed like a nice guy. So why did
she feel nervous thinking about him? She'd never felt like that before. Maybe
he really was a hit man. She laughed at herself. Definitely not a hit man, not
with those kind, interested eyes. And those strong hands, those were the hands
of a working man. With the body of a god. She suddenly felt turned on and confused
at the same time. No man had ever stayed on her mind like this.
    Anna pulled out tubes of paint and unveiled the painting she
had been working on for weeks. She stood back and stared at it for long
minutes. Finally she spoke aloud. "I'm going to need really loud music.
Gotta focus." Shoving any more thoughts of the mysterious Sam Carter to
the back of her mind, she took a deep breath, raised the volume on the music,
and reached for her favorite paint brush.
    Painting had always been her path to peace. From a very
young age, drawing had been something she wanted to do. Her mother recognized
this and began taking her to the loft. Sitting for hours watching her mother
paint, she absorbed lessons no teacher could ever give to her in words.
    Anna wasn't sure what would have happened if her mother hadn't
died. But with that death, her grief and her paintings got all wrapped up
together. Painting became a private thing, her escape, her place to feel all
the things she couldn't express to her father, who was grieving too. Although
she had let her family see her paintings through the years, she never showed
them to anyone else. Painting was her link to her mother, and that was not
something to be shared with outsiders. The loft became the refuge where she
could let out all the intense feelings inside, with painting and drawing the
conduit for the emotions. In the loft she became more free and expressive and
felt like her true self.
    Now as she touched the canvas with her brush she felt