Free Online Short Love Story
Written by American Author Sky Taylor
Can two chefs equal a recipe for romance?
Nick Copperstone eased out of the plush seat of the red convertible, waving at the good-looking blond lodged inside the battered compact that was pulling-up behind his car. He winced as she attempted to wave back, just managing to apply the brakes a gnat's beak from the convertible, one of his most prized possessions.
She exited, a smile dotted across her beautiful face, Nick wincing again as he hadn't expected the realtor to be so young, so attractive, so blond.
Furthermore, he was aware that she was married with children. She'd shared such over the phone when arranging this meeting, informing him that they would need to meet in a timely manner as the youngest of her seven children was in a production at the school this evening. Something about a costume involving a cluster of purple grapes.
However, as his dark eyes swooped over Zuzu Tyler's curved form, it didn't look like one which had delivered seven children....
He closed the distance and started to offer his hand but quickly changed his mind as it was still damp. He'd made an unplanned stop at the bakery three blocks up to try one of their pastries, and although a bit too-sticky for his preference, he had to admit that they made a pretty-good cheese Danish. Perhaps he'd meet with the owner and arrange to purchase the bulk of his desserts for the restaurant after he secured the property.
The property was located in the perfect spot for his new restaurant. As to the price - that wasn't a concern as the owner had set an amount and had firmly stated to the realty agency that he would not barter. Idiot. Nick was willing to offer him much more money than his asking price. And because it was currently priced below market value, he knew that he had to act quickly in order to secure the property.
"Zuzu, it's good to finally meet you, face-to-face."
"Zuzu?" the woman asked, her beautiful face contorting into a confused looking mask. "I'm Laura - Laura Delaney. I-I assumed that you were the realtor assigned to meet me here. Zuzu is busy with her grape creation. It's purple, and her second attempt. The first cluster was greenish but it clashed frightfully with her son's mop of hair. He's towheaded."
Drawing one corner of his mouth to the side, Nick considered the situation. Not good - not good at all. Did Delaney know Ms. Tyler? They appeared to be on a first-name basis and that was concerning because he wanted first dibs on this property - not some hand-waving, klutzy blond who'd nearly chopped-off the rear of his convertible.
Laura grabbed the strong-looking hand, his handshake shocking her a bit as it had felt like a limp wet noodle...the kind of noodles that her Aunty Marge tended to prepare. Dear Aunty Marge; she was a swell lady - but a very poor cook. Thank goodness that Laura had inherited her Grandmother Sage's culinary abilities.
The woman's grip had dismantled Nick as he'd been locked in his thoughts, unaware that he'd left his right hand dangling. Although she was quite small - perhaps an unimpressive five-foot-three in her pointy-toe high heels, she had one-dilly of a grip.
"Laura - Laura Delaney," she reintroduced. There was a brief pause, her eyes darting up and down his lean form, Nick wishing he could read her mind - if only temporarily.
"Is it Ms. or Mrs. Delaney?" he inquired curiously, his eyes shifting from her beautiful face, albeit challenging because she was stunningly beautiful, to the building resting to their right.
"Ms. I'm contentedly single," she told him with a lift of her chin.
"And you're friends with Zuzu Tyler, I assume?"
"I've never met the woman," Laura told him. "I've only enjoyed a nice, friendly chat with her on the telly when arranging to personally view the property."
"So....you're here to view the property, too," she deduced.
He managed a stiff nod and drawled, "Nick Copperstone."
"The Nick Copperstone?" Laura managed, familiar with the name if not the man.
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