Jake's Biggest Risk (Those Hollister Boys) Read Free Page B

knew the landlady lived in a guesthouse over the garage, but neither Andy nor his business manager had mentioned her having a kid.
    He opened the SUV door, stepping out in time to hear the woman call, “Hi, Andy.”
    “Hey, Hannah. Sorry we’re early—we made better time on the road than I thought we would. Jake, this is Hannah Nolan,” Andrew said. “She owns Huckleberry Lodge and teaches at the elementary school in town.”
    “Good afternoon,” Jake muttered.
    He couldn’t tell much about Ms. Nolan from her appearance. She was dressed in faded jeans and an oversize man’s shirt. She had a long, rumpled braid of chestnut-colored hair and her face was pretty in a wholesome way. Apparently she’d been cleaning, because the faint odor of bleach permeated the air.
    “You aren’t ready for me to move in?” he asked coolly, gesturing to the bucket she carried.
    “I spoke to Hannah late last night and asked her to do extra sanitizing as a precaution,” Andy explained hastily. “It seemed a good idea because you just got out of the hospital.”
    Jake’s jaw tightened. He was damned tired of hospitals and disinfectants and people trying to protect him without understanding the first thing about what he wanted. His body was damaged, not his brain. His mother had actually trekked out of the Andes to urge him to take it slow. Josie wasn’t a sentimental mom—he’d rarely seen her since becoming an adult—but she had her moments.
    Hell, his
father
had even breezed through shortly after the accident. Since Sullivan Spencer “S. S.” Hollister was a true hedonist and had been in the middle of yet another romance at the time, he must have been really worried. Nevertheless, Jake was done with doctors and everything associated with them. His only concession would be physical therapy—anything to get him back to his peak.
    “Sanitizing won’t be necessary in the future,” he growled. “I only asked for light cleaning. And you won’t need to come until Tuesday. I’ll be fine until then.”
    “I always do extra polishing before someone arrives, Mr. Hollister, and you
are
earlier than expected,” the landlady said, the chill in her voice equaling his own. She put a hand on the youngster’s shoulder. “By the way, this is my son, Danny. Danny, this is our new tenant, Mr. Hollister.”
    “Hi, mister.”
    “Uh...yeah. Hi.” Jake didn’t know anything about kids and didn’t want to.
    “Let me give you a tour of the lodge,” Hannah offered after an awkward silence.
    “I’ll show myself around.” He turned and limped to the Wrangler to begin unloading his luggage and equipment. “I don’t need that thing—take it with you,” he snapped as Andy took out the cane recommended by the doctor.
    “The doctor said—”
    “I don’t care what he said.”
    Over Andy’s protests, Jake carried one load after another into the lodge, despite the pain that was becoming intense. Danny Nolan wanted to help, but Jake sharply told him not to touch anything. The last thing he needed was to have his equipment damaged by a snot-nosed kid.
    Hannah Nolan promptly sent her son to their home over the garage, her expression turning less friendly by the minute.
    Andy began to look alarmed. Much to Jake’s displeasure, he pulled Hannah aside and started whispering in her ear. Jake ignored them both and carried two of his tripods up the lodge steps. He didn’t need his agent being a diplomat and making excuses.
    Perhaps he
had
been rude, but the sooner everyone left him alone, the better.
    * * *
    H ANNAH WAS SEETHING .
    She’d seen the excitement on Danny’s face disappear at a single sharp word from Jake Hollister and she wanted to strangle the man. For some reason her son had been drawn to the tall photographer, only to be rebuffed. She didn’t expect her tenant to be buddies with a seven-year-old boy, but was common courtesy too much to expect?
    “Honestly, he’s a nice person,” Andy repeated urgently. “Don’t be