Dancing on a Moonbeam (Bedford Falls Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

it was because of his family. He'd always believed he'd have a couple himself.  
    Of course, it hadn't worked out yet. Finding the right woman had proven to be more challenging than he'd expected, and his parents had always told all three of them to wait for the right person.
    Once, he'd thought he'd found the perfect woman. She was also a musician and understood his passion, but she was given the chance at a dream job and left him to go pursue it. Of course she had—he wouldn't have expected less.  
    Sometimes he saw kids and felt the longing to hold his own. He told himself there was still time—thirty-nine for a man wasn't old at all. He studied the teenager, who'd stopped a safe distance from him, next to the oak, wondering what it'd be like to have a daughter.  
    The girl was texting, looking up occasionally as if she were waiting for someone. She wore an outfit that looked like she was going out clubbing, even though it was daytime, and more makeup than a drugstore carried.  
    He didn't have to think hard to pick a song for her; it was obviously "Owner of a Lonely Heart". Just watching her made him feel lost by osmosis.
    Her head lifted, and she glared at him as she edged closer to the tree. "Why are you staring at me? Are you a creeper?"
    "It could be because you've got clown makeup on," he replied.
    She recoiled. "What did you say?"
    He nodded at her face. "The stage paint you're wearing. I was staring because I thought you were about to break out into song and dance."
    Her eyes narrowed. "You're kind of a dick."
    "Truth hurts, doesn't it, kid?" He shrugged.
    "You obviously don't have children," she said, her cute button nose high in the air.
    "I think I'd like to, but then I see teenagers and I have second thoughts." She looked so put out that he couldn't help grinning as he stood. "See ya, kid," he said as he walked back to his rental car.
    Oddly, the exchange perked him up. Maybe he was becoming a crotchety old man. Shrugging, he started the car and headed to his residence for the next three weeks.

Chapter 7

    "You aren't seriously going to open a dance school, are you?"  
    Ignore the brat, Eleanor told herself as she snipped wheatgrass to juice. If only her child's disdain wasn't so cutting. She bit her lip and counted to ten, and then she counted to twenty.  
    "I mean, do you even remember how to dance?"  
    " Lily ." She turned around, her hand gripping the grass, and glared at her daughter.
    The brat shrugged as she opened the refrigerator and took out a container of orange juice. "It's a valid question. I can't picture you prancing around in a tutu."
    Why the hell not? She scowled at her daughter. "Your faith in me is staggering."
    Lily opened the orange juice and drank from it. Her gaze dared Eleanor to say something.
    She shook her head. She wasn't going to fall for the taunting. Not today. Today Travis Scott, the contractor, arrived bright and early and had started measuring and making plans for her studio.  
    He'd recommended that she have him pull permits, but he said whether they did was up to her because the job was small and her property wasn't directly in town, so it shouldn't be an issue if she wanted to save money.
    Saving money was essential. During the divorce, Charles had hidden funds to keep her from getting her share. A punishment for wanting to leave him, she knew. She'd let the anger from that go—mostly. She just had to make sure she lived frugally until she started earning money.  
    Travis gave her a rough estimate that was just in her budget and promised her the work was simple and wouldn't take longer than a week.  
    A week! In a week she'd have her dance space. She couldn't believe it was going to be so fast.
    "Later," Lily said, leaving the orange juice on the counter.
    "Where were you raised? A barn? Put the juice away."
    Huffing, she trudged back, put the carton away, and slammed the fridge.  
    Sighing, Eleanor set the wheatgrass in the sink and followed her daughter out.