Following the cry, Glady said, “Stay for lunch. You must.”
Burke did.
* * * *
June 7
For some bizarre reason, Burke couldn’t get Colby Blue out his head, thinking about the handsome man every other moment of his morning. Colby, with his six-three frame and step-into green eyes. Colby Blue, with his charm and rolling brown hair. Colby, with his perfect smile and…
Burke had to keep his head straight, forgetting the businessman for at least the next few hours. He had two other meetings to arrange and work to do. Millionaire or not, his personality didn’t let him sit around the lakeside A-frame and do nothing. Rather, he liked to stay busy, on top of his game.
The weather hadn’t been kind that morning, Burke noted. Wind turned fierce, blowing down from Canada, and rain pelted against the house. Springtime rain watered the two gardens, which they required. Plus, the three birdbaths needed to be filled because he had overlooked them.