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gave a quick wave and passed him, wanting to put distance between them.
From Chase’s demeanor, she had to assume he didn’t yet know anything about her or the scope of her new job. If he did, he probably would have ridden off and left her to find her own way.
She felt a bit guilty for not saying anything to him about her new position, but Leroy had insisted he wanted things handled his way. Miranda wasn’t fond of subterfuge, but as this was her dream job, she’d agreed.
Now on the correct road, she easily found the signs, and soon drove up to the McDaniel estate. A parking attendant waved at her, and, when he found out she was staying at one of the guest cottages, showed her where to go. She climbed out and looked around, but Chase hadn’t yet arrived.
“Ah! Miranda! There you are!” Walter boomed in greeting. She turned to find him standing on the screened porch of the cottage. “See you made it okay.”
“I got lost a few times.”
Walter’s eyes twinkled. He was sixty-nine and retiring from his company presidency in two weeks. His departure was one of the reasons Miranda had accepted the McDaniel Manufacturing job. She might not get another opportunity to move up this fast ever again, and the company wouldn’t be the same without Walter. There were also rumors of a forthcoming takeover by a competitor once Walter stepped down.
“Glad to see you made it in spite of me,” he said, giving her a quick hug. “My directions aren’t what they used to be. Heck, nothing’s what it used to be. I’ll be missing you come Tuesday.”
“You’ve only got a week or two left yourself. Then it’s off on that round-the-world cruise with your wife. Speaking of which, where is she?”
“Our granddaughter Lucy had her baby Wednesday, so we’re dividing and conquering. My wife loves Leroy, but not enough to put off holding her first great-grandchild.”
“Good for her, and congrats,” Miranda said. As she grabbed her suitcase from the trunk, she noticed Chase ride up. She watched him park the bike at the lodge and go inside without looking in her direction.
Bringing herself back to the moment, she carried her luggage inside. The cabin was small, with a living room–kitchen combination, shared bath and two bedrooms. Miranda didn’t plan to stay long. She’d return to Chenille in the morning and spend Sunday afternoon and Memorial Day in her new apartment. She’d slept there last night, but the place hadn’t yet felt like home. She had a lot of unpacking and other work to do before that happened. Not that any place had ever felt like home after her parents died.
“I’m going over to the lodge to visit with Leroy before the party starts. Do you want to come with me?” Walter asked from the porch.
Miranda glanced at herself in the bedroom mirror. She looked rumpled, and knew she had to face Chase again. He’d be showered and…
“I’ll meet you at the party,” she called to Walter, who yelled in agreement and shuffled off the porch. She tracked his movements from her window as he picked his way across the side yard. She’d been watching out for him for years. She was going to miss him. He called her his surrogate granddaughter, since none of his children had been interested in a business career.
While she loved working with Walter, the job at McDaniel Manufacturing was her chance to get out from under his shadow and truly be her own person. She’d fought hard to reach this place in her life. For a second she blinked back tears, wishing her parents could see her now. She was so close to making all of her dreams come true.
And she wouldn’t let anything ruin it.
Not even her attraction to Chase McDaniel.
Chapter Three
By six-thirty the party was in full swing. People milled everywhere, enjoying the warm weather, delicious appetizers and good company. Leroy held a place of honor, and since everyone wanted to speak with him, he was constantly surrounded.
Chase lifted the cup of beer to his lips, took a swallow and feigned interest in stories his lake neighbors were telling about their trip to Australia. But his concentration was shot. All he could think about was Miranda Craig.
She stood out of the sun on the opposite side of the tent. Walter Peters had taken her under his wing and was introducing her to everyone.
Chase lifted his beer and took another sip. The brew had grown warm, as he’d been holding the same cup for at least an hour. “That sounds great,” he said at an appropriate juncture in the conversation, then added, “If you don’t mind, I’m going to go check on how my grandfather is doing.”
“Of course,” Mrs. Schulz gushed. “We’ll see more of you this summer, I’m sure.”
“You will,” he confirmed. The same crowd was always at the country club restaurant on weekends, and he suspected he’d hear each of the Australia stories several times before the summer was out.
He wove his way through the crowd, stopping briefly to make certain his grandfather was okay. Chandy was sitting beside him. She nodded to Chase that everything was fine, and he moved on.
“Walter, I heard you were here,” Chase said, reaching his target. “I’m sorry I missed you earlier.”
“Chase!” The older man gave him a hug and a pat on the back. “Good to see you. Boy, you’re rock solid. Must be all that exercise.” Walter turned to Miranda. “Chase competes in triathlons.”
“Only one or two a year, and only if I have time,” he said smoothly, liking how her eyes widened. He stretched his hand forward. “Chase McDaniel.”
“Miranda Craig,” she said, the flicker in her eyes reflecting uncertainty.
“It’s nice to meet you. I take it you worked for Walter,” he said, as if they’d never met. He figured pretending they were strangers would allow her to salvage some pride. A woman as fierce as Miranda likely wouldn’t want people to know she needed to be rescued. Twice.
“She did. Best employee I ever had. If I wasn’t retiring I wouldn’t let McDaniel steal her,” Walter insisted proudly.
“Of course not,” Chase agreed, with a smile that probably didn’t quite hide the turmoil he felt. He liked Walter. He liked Miranda, as well, but in a totally different way. He brushed aside the uneasy feeling that something wasn’t quite right. “Have you had a tour of Lone Pine?” he asked her.
“She arrived a little bit late and wanted to freshen up,” Walter confided, and Chase saw Miranda squirm. “So she missed the tour Chandy gave everyone earlier.”
“She has to see the lodge,” Chase said.
“Really, it’s okay,” Miranda protested.
“Oh no, it’s a gem,” Walter declared. “Finest place around. Christine and I love to come up here. We spend a week every August.”
“I’d be happy to take her on a tour now,” Chase offered.
“That’s a great idea. Thanks, Chase. It would be a shame to come all this way and not see it,” Walter told Miranda.
“Really, I—” she began.
“Hey, Walter!” The trio glanced over to see Leroy waving. “Come here a minute.”
“Perfect timing,” he said. “I’ll catch up with you later. Go tour. Have fun. You’ll love the place.” Walter headed over to Leroy’s circle.
“If I find out you arranged this, I’m likely to do you bodily harm,” Miranda said quietly, so that only Chase could hear.
He chuckled. “I’d warn you against that. I might enjoy it too much. Come, let me show you around.” He reached out and took her elbow. “Follow me.”
“Seems like I’m doing that a lot,” she murmured as they eased through the crowd and out from under the tent.