Ask Anyone by Sherryl Woods Page B

contract.”
    â€œWhy would you work this hard for a company that, by your own admission, is run by men who’ve made you an outsider in your own family?”
    She regarded him as if the answer were obvious. “To prove they made a mistake, of course.”
    In that instant, Bobby knew that not only Jenna’s family, but he himself, were seriously guilty of misjudging her. Jenna might look like a pure temptress with little acumen for business, but she had the heart and soul of a shark. It was a frightening—albeit fascinating—discovery.

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    I t was killing King that he hadn’t yet had a look at the woman who’d been inspired to send that carousel horse to stir up his son. Anyone with that kind of spunk would be perfect for Bobby, so King was prepared to do his part to get the relationship on solid ground, but he felt a little bit as if he were buying a pig in a poke. Still, the fact that she’d come back to town to keep up the pressure did impress him. King was more hopeful about Bobby’s future than he had been in some time.
    Of course, it wouldn’t do to get overconfident. If Bobby thought King approved of this Jenna Kennedy, it would only add to his son’s determination to avoid her at all costs. Which meant King had to resort to sneakiness if he was going to wangle an introduction. It had to be casual, unplanned…or at least made to look that way.
    The word at Earlene’s was that the woman’s daughter was visiting with Daisy and Tommy while Bobby showed Jenna the riverfront property he was planning to develop. Sooner or later, that meant that Jenna would show up at Daisy’s. If Bobby was still with her, so much the better. King could see for himself if all the reportswere right and there was any spark of attraction to be fueled.
    He didn’t hesitate for a single second before driving over to Daisy’s. After all, what was suspicious about a father dropping by to pay a visit to his very own daughter? How was he supposed to know she had company? It wasn’t like he kept his ear to the ground about everything in Trinity Harbor. Just the important stuff, such as what his kids were up to.
    When King arrived at Daisy’s, he walked around the house in the direction of all the noise. Tommy and a kid with green hair were engaged in a heated exchange about the best color for that pitiful boat the boy had rescued from the river. Tommy turned to him eagerly.
    â€œGrandpa King, tell her that the boat has to be blue. It can’t be pink,” he declared with indignation.
    â€œWhy not?” the girl asked.
    Tommy rolled his eyes. “I’m a guy. Guys don’t have pink anything. Right, Grandpa King?”
    King grinned at Tommy’s earnest expression. The fact that he was even debating the point with a child who’d colored her hair green demonstrated more tolerance than King would have displayed under the same circumstances. But he was being called on here for diplomacy and tact, which, unfortunately, weren’t his strong suits. He struggled for a suitable reply. No need to get on the wrong side of a girl who could one day wind up being his granddaughter. At the same time, he didn’t want to discourage a boy who was showing suitable respect for King’s opinion.
    â€œWell, now, Tommy, pink is a mighty fine color,” King said, choosing his words carefully. “And there are plenty of places for which it’s well-suited.”
    â€œSee,” the girl said triumphantly.
    Tommy scowled at her. “He didn’t say anything about the boat, Darcy.”
    King bit back a grin. “That’s true. Now it seems to me that a boat ought to reflect the personality of its owner, just the way hair color might reflect the personality of the person choosing it,” he said with a pointed look at Darcy’s head. She watched him suspiciously, obviously waiting for the rest of what he had to say. “Green hair