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

"You know, you could try to be more kind."
    Lily mumbled something.
    Probably nothing she needed to hear. She remembered when Lily was born and the wonder she'd had over the perfect little being she'd created. She felt a loss over the distance that had grown between them.  
    She rubbed her tight chest as they physically got further apart. She had to do something, but she had no idea how to reach her daughter. So she improvised with, "I volunteered you to be my first student. Tell your friends."
    That stopped Lily in her tracks. She whirled around, her big blue eyes popping from behind all the eyeliner she wore. " What? "
    "You heard me." She'd actually said the right thing! But she feigned nonchalance, because she knew that'd irritate the hell out of the kid. "What color tutu do you want? A pink one?"
    "Hell no," the teenager yelled. Two red spots appeared on her cheeks and she walked back toward the house.
    Eleanor remembered when the school bus would drop her little girl off and she'd come running into her arms. That was so long ago.  
    Lily wasn't running back to her in joy now. Still, it was better than the silent apathy that Eleanor usually received.  
    "One"—Lily held up a finger—"I will not take dance classes. Two, I won't ever wear a tutu."
    "What the hell is going on?" came a masculine growl.
    She and Lily both froze, looking toward the property next door and the man charging out of the house.
    Most of the houses in their neighborhood were spaced out. The only two houses that were close to each other were hers and the Reynolds' house. Except the Reynolds' moved out a couple years ago after living there for twenty years and Liam McCullough, the actor, had bought the property.
    She'd only seen Liam once since he'd bought the house. He'd been on his phone, but he'd smiled and waved at her nonetheless. The only way it could have been better was if he'd been bare-chested, like he was in his movies.
    This man wasn't Liam McCullough, but she wouldn't have minded seeing him bare-chested either. He was tall, with dark hair that needed a trim. The way his face was chiseled she figured his body had to be too, even though she couldn't really tell from his jeans and long-sleeved shirt.  
    She wouldn't have minded unbuttoning the shirt to find out.  
    If Lily weren't there, she would have been tempted to flirt with him, if she could remember how. She hadn't felt this sort of rush about a man in a long time. Not even Travis Scott, with his muscular frame and tool belt, had inspired any urges like this. No one had—not since Charles.
    Oh hell no.
    She took a step back, her eyes widening. The last thing she needed was another man like that, especially after she'd just gotten rid of the one she'd had. Had he bought the house next door? Because that'd be awfully inconvenient.
    "You," Lily and the man both exclaimed, scowling at each other.
    She glanced between the two. "You know each other?"
    "We go way back," the man said.
    She moved in front of her kid.  
    "Geez, Mom. Relax." Lily rolled her eyes. "I'm going to school. Later."
    They both watched her leave. Then Eleanor faced him again. "Should I be concerned that you know my sixteen -year-old daughter?"
    He frowned at her. "I'd think you should be more concerned that she's going to use up the world's supply of makeup."
    Eleanor sighed. Lily did wear too much makeup. "I think she fantasizes about running off and joining a circus. The thing is, sometimes I'm tempted to give her a trapeze and a train ticket."
    The man grinned at that, his face lighting up.
    She gaped, feeling like she'd received a surprise gift. Something about him was so appealing…
    Then again, she hadn't had sex in longer than she cared to admit. She and Charles had stopped being intimate long before they'd split up. The thing was: she hadn't cared. She hadn't missed the sex at all.
    Now, she saw this man's mussed hair and sheet-creased face and had to stop herself from picturing him waking her with his