back on the line. “Max doesn’t like wet diapers.” She had a smile in her voice. “So what’s happening with you? Any new men in your life?”
“God, no, and that’s the way I like it.”
“You’ll change your mind when you find the right guy. So, how’s the job?”
“That’s one reason for this call. I came up with an idea for a new television show, a reality show with a spin.” She explained the concept to Cara.
Cara laughed. “I love it.”
“There’s just one little problem. We need a place to film the show. I’d use my father’s house, but he’d never go along with it. It isn’t a good time anyway. He fell last night and broke his leg and hip.”
“Oh, no!”
“It’ll be a long time before he can use the stairs. I thought I could turn the maid’s apartment into a bedroom for him, but I don’t know any carpenters, and I hate hiring someone I don’t know.”
“Nick’s cousin is at my estate. I’ll have my pilot fly him in tomorrow. Tony can handle whatever you want done. He did most of the finish work on my house, and it’s beautiful.”
“Great. Tell him to let me know when to expect him, and I’ll pick him up at the airport.”
Shifting gears, Catherine asked, “Cara, would you be interested in renting out your estate for a month?” Cara Andrews Donatelli was one of the richest woman in the world. Her family estate near San Francisco was fully staffed, but it sat empty most of the time, since Cara and Nick and their baby lived near his family in Gig Harbor.
Silence from the other end told Catherine her friend was surprised by the request. “I’d have to clear it with the staff first.”
Interesting that she’d ask her staff before making a decision, but Catherine understood. Although all the original art work had been moved to the museum, there were still a lot of valuable things on the estate.
“I’d want everyone run through a security check, and I’d want you there to keep an eye on things.”
“Absolutely. It won’t be filmed until June. Father will be chasing a new bimbo around the bed by then.”
“You know, Tony might like to be the bachelor on your show. He’s thirty-four, lives with his mother, and you won’t find a better looking guy anywhere. You can interview him when he comes to remodel your house. If you don’t think he’s right for the show, that’s fine, but give him a shot at it. He’s a great guy, and he’s had lousy luck with women lately.”
“Sure, okay.” It was a small concession. If Tony wasn’t right, she wouldn’t use him.
“One of the women he dated was so obsessed with him, she wouldn’t leave him alone, so he’s spending a few months in California.”
If this guy checked out, it could solve two problems. He could remodel those rooms, and he could find the love of his life on Blind Love .
As if anyone could find love on a television show.
Chapter Two
C atherine visited her father again the next morning. He fussed at the nurse, and then he turned on Catherine. “Why in the hell can’t you get me out of this damn place?”
“It isn’t my fault you were playing house with someone half your age. Maybe you should choose your playmates more wisely.”
“Get the hell out of here,” he yelled.
Without another word, she walked out the door. Stung by her father’s rebuke, she sat in her car, folded her arms over the wheel, and leaned her forehead on them, crying and willing her heart to stop pounding so hard. If he had anyone else to help him, she’d bail out right now.
At his age, broken bones could take a long time to knit, and he’d broken his leg in three places. Add the surgery to replace his fractured hip joint, the discomfort of being in the hospital, and the frustration of not being able to do anything for himself, and he wasn’t a pleasant person to be around. Of course, Walt Timmons wasn’t often a pleasant person to be around. She should know. She’d grown up with him, and he’d often