When They Weren't Looking: Wardham Book #3 Read Online Free Page B

the waterfront, their second date might have been brunch.
    But then he’d gone back to work at Hexwell, trading his crazy school schedule for an even crazier work schedule. He’d found it hardcore when he was a specialist, but leading the project management team was a whole different level of commitment. One he quickly discovered he didn’t like. The company had been good to him, giving him a leave of absence for his schooling, and employing him during his summer internship the previous year. He would have stuck it out for a while, for reasons of both loyalty and professionalism, but when another manager returned from maternity leave without a project to lead, he saw an opportunity and seized it. He wasn’t cut out for a hundred hour work week. He knew that by the midpoint of his MBA. He was enough of a professional to extricate himself diplomatically, and threw himself into making a small but meaningful contribution before he left. They made noises about a specialist role should he want to return, but he knew he was done.
    He had a few months until the sale of his condo closed, and in that time, he was going to help his uncle with the farm, and figure out how he could make himself useful in Wardham.
    And hopefully get laid.
    Evie. She’d been an unexpected treat after his final exam. Sexy as hell and completely unaware of her appeal. Gorgeous in a shimmery top and jeans. Breathtaking out of them, stretched out on his bed, making a hell of a lot of noise as he made her come, again and again. And more than a little dirty, which he loved.
    He loved it so much, he was getting hard just thinking about it. In the middle of a real estate office. Time to focus.
    “So you’re looking for a duplex, maybe?”
    He nodded as the agent returned to the round table with a handful of printed sheets. “Yep. Something I could maybe live in, but also get some rental income out of.”
    “These are a few recent sales in the area, to give you an idea of the price range.” All dead cheap compared to Toronto. This plan might just work out. “I know that Terry Wolton is thinking of selling his triplex. It would probably go for twenty percent more than these properties, although a quick sale might save you some money.”
    Liam slid his business card across the table. “If you hear any noises in that direction, give me a call. It’s a Toronto number for now, but I’ll be changing it soon and I’ll let you know when I do.”
    “You’re moving to the area permanently, then?” Even this city boy could spot that curious gleam a mile away. It wouldn’t be long before the entire town was chattering about Ted’s nephew buying some property.
    “That’s the plan.” After sliding the papers into his rucksack, and thanking the agent for her time, he hit the street. He was about to visit the next agency when he saw her, crossing the street a block ahead.
    Evie’s long blond hair was up in a swingy ponytail on the top of her head, and she was, much to his delight, wearing tight black shorts that made her ass look fantastic and a bright orange tank top, snug all over. She looked like a woman on a mission, her slim legs scissoring quickly as she dashed away.
    All thoughts of real estate fled his mind as he made the instantaneous decision to follow her. He glanced at his watch. It was mid-morning. She was probably between classes. He searched his brain. They’d talked about work in the most general of terms, but people didn’t exercise at half past ten in the morning, did they?
    In the next block, he passed a grocery store, a bakery that smelled like lemons and espresso, and a consignment shop that had a sale table out front brimming with children’s toys. A flash of orange disappearing up ahead showed him where Evie’s studio was—a simple storefront with a purple sign in the window advertising Pilates classes. A quick perusal through the plate glass showed that she was alone inside.
    Perfect. With a grin, he pushed the door open and