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Ignite (Cloverleigh Farms #6)(53)

Author:Melanie Harlow

When the site came up, I gasped. Sandra’s words had hardly done it justice—I wasn’t surprised it had been featured in Hollywood films because it looked like a movie set. I could imagine Rhett Butler carrying Scarlett O’Hara up the wide stone staircase, or Grace Kelly gliding across the elegant living room floor with a martini in her gloved hand, or Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers twirling madly in the cavernous ballroom, an orchestra at one end.

The rose gardens were breathtaking, the decorating sumptuous and deliciously over the top. There were marble fireplaces and velvet loveseats and ceilings carved with murals and friezes. The entire place reverberated with the glamour and romance of a bygone era. Perusing the website, I was inundated with ideas for wedding ceremonies and grand receptions and cozy, intimate wine dinners. Designing events for a place like this would be a dream job for me.

Immediately I typed a reply, thanking her for thinking of me and letting her know that I’d love to chat more about the opportunity—but I couldn’t bring myself to hit send.

I stood there staring at the screen as the minutes ticked by, and my fingers wouldn’t tap that blue button.

It was an unbelievable offer, one I should jump at.

What was holding me back?

When my shift at the front desk was over, I poked my head into my dad’s office. “Hey.”

He looked up and smiled, his deep blue eyes crinkling at the corners. “Hey, sweetheart. Working late?”

“I’m done now.” I wandered in and dropped into a chair in front of his desk. “Got a minute?”

“Sure.” He closed his laptop. “What’s up?”

I told him about the email I’d just gotten from Sandra Elson.

“That’s awesome, Win. You must have really knocked her out in that interview. Did you reply?”

“Yes. I told her I was interested.” I shook my head. “But I didn’t send it.”

He leaned back in his chair. “Why not?”

“I don’t know for sure. Maybe because it’s so far away?”

“You were going to move to New York City, weren’t you?”

“Right, but that was different. I was moving with someone I knew. I wouldn’t know anyone in Rhode Island.”

“I have no doubt you’d make friends instantly. You’ve always had that gift.”

I rolled my eyes. “Stop.”

“I mean it, Win. Your teachers always used to remark on how friendly you were to everyone. They always put the new kids in the desk next to yours because they knew you’d be kind and welcoming. And remember the Buddy Bench at elementary school? You wouldn’t let someone sit on that thing for a minute without running over and asking them to play.”

“Yeah.” I smiled at the memory. “It used to break my heart when kids would go sit there alone.”

“Because you’re a people person. You like making people happy—and that draws people to you. It’s what makes you such a natural in this industry too.”

“So you think I should tell her I’m interested, huh?”

“I think you should make your own decision and not be afraid.” He held up his hands. “And even though I’d miss you and Mom will probably wring my neck for encouraging you to move away, I think you have to do the thing you were meant to do. If that takes you away from home, so be it.”

“Don’t tell her yet, okay? I just want to catch my breath and think.” My eyes scanned the shelves behind him, where familiar old photos were perched among books and vacation souvenirs and other little things my sisters and I had given him over the years. I spotted a framed picture of my older sisters and me with our dad that had been taken almost twenty years ago. I was sitting on his shoulders, and Millie and Felicity each hung off his biceps. It reminded me of something Hallie and Luna would do to Dex. I laughed a little. “God, that picture is so old.”

My dad glanced behind him to see what I was talking about. “I’m so old. I didn’t even have gray hair then. And I was in such good shape.”

“You’re still in good shape, Dad.” It was true—even in his mid-fifties, my dad still worked out almost every day. “I bet you could still put me up on your shoulders.”

“But I wouldn’t get very far.”

I laughed. “Was that at a Cloverleigh Farms staff picnic?”

“I think so. I’m pretty sure Mom took that before we were married.”

“When you were sneaking around and hiding in closets?”

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