And I Love You Read Free

good-looking as Will, but in a different sort of way. Where Will was brawny and outdoorsy and rugged, Hunter was equally muscular and fit, but his appearance was far more refined.
    Will had lighter coloring than Hunter, who had dark, wavy hair and intense brown eyes. As she watched Hunter turn away from the counter and head for the door with his purchases in hand, something Will had said recently chose that moment to pop into her mind.
You’re focusing on the wrong Abbott brother.
    What did that mean?
    Megan was still thinking about that when she leaned over the fancy SUV’s center console to open the driver-side door for him.
    “Thanks.” He handed her the pizza box and another bag, which she held on her lap.
    The smell of the herbs and spices had her mouth watering. Half an hour ago, she couldn’t have imagined eating anything, and now she was suddenly starving.
    “Do you mind if we take it back to my place?”
    “Um, no, I guess not.”
    You’re focusing on the wrong Abbott brother.
    During the long years of her not-so-secret obsession with Will Abbott, she’d created a mental catalog of all the things she knew about him. However, when it came to Hunter Abbott, her catalog was empty in comparison. She knew hardly anything about him other than the fact that he was the oldest of the ten Abbotts and worked as the chief financial officer for his family’s company.
    He came into the diner twice a day for coffee—at the exact same times every day—but unlike some of his more boisterous siblings, Hunter tended to keep to himself, observing rather than participating when joined at the diner by his family members.
    The two of them had rarely exchanged more than a few words when he ordered food and she brought it to him. Except for one time recently when she’d asked him about Cameron moving in with Will, and he’d suggested she go out with someone else—him perhaps—to get her mind off Will.
The wrong brother …
    A few minutes later, he pulled into the driveway of a well-kept tan colonial with black shutters several blocks from Elm Street.
    “This is yours?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “I love this house and the garden. I had no idea you lived here.”
    “I thought everyone in this town knew where everyone else lived.”
    “I spend too much time at the diner listening to everyone’s business to pay much attention to where they all live.”
    “Good point.” He relieved her of the pizza box and bag. “Come on in.”
    The words were spoken casually, but when he opened the car door and the overhead light came on, she couldn’t miss the intense way he looked at her.
    You’re focusing on the wrong Abbott brother.
    What did Will know that she didn’t? Suddenly, she wanted the answer to that question even more than she wanted a slice of the mouthwatering pizza. Hunter took the pizza and bag and waited for her to come around the truck before he led her to the front door, where he used his key and then stepped aside to let her go in ahead of him.
    The house was dark except for a small light in the kitchen, and it smelled fresh and clean, like lemons and maybe laundry detergent. She probably should’ve expected that a man who dressed the way Hunter did wouldn’t live like a typical bachelor. And when he flipped on a light in the living room, she saw there was nothing typical about this bachelor pad.
    “Toss your stuff anywhere.”
    His sofa and love seat were tan with dark brown trim. The tables were black and the usual life clutter nonexistent. On the fireplace mantel was a single framed photo of his family along with several candlesticks with thick cream-colored candles. The walls held framed prints by a Vermont photographer whose work Megan recognized.
    She put her sweater and purse on the chair inside the door and followed him into the kitchen.
    What am I doing here?
The thought nearly stopped her in her tracks as she entered a fully renovated kitchen that had black appliances, matching granite countertops and funky