Playing For Keeps (Emerald Lake Billionaires 2) Read Online Free PDF

Ryan.”
    “You’ll be earning a gold star by the end of the day,” Danny said. “Where did Ryan find you?”
    “On the side of a road,” Ryan said dryly.
    Sophie felt a blush hit her face. “My car ran out of gas. Ryan stopped to help me.”
    Danny didn’t seem to think that meeting someone on the side of the road was unusual. “We get a lot of tourists stopping on the side of the road at this time of the year. Most of them are taking photographs. Not many of them run out of gas. “Where do you live when you’re not visiting Bozeman?”
    “San Francisco.”
    Danny pumped his fist in the air. “Go the 49ers.” He headed toward their makeshift kitchen and turned on the coffeepot. “Did you see any games at Levi’s Stadium?”
    Sophie shook her head. She didn’t know the names of any stadiums in San Francisco. Thankfully, Ryan had disappeared into another room at the bottom of the stairs. If she couldn’t stretch the truth about a city that she didn’t know, she was in serious trouble. He’d soon see through her lies faster than the rabbits hopping across the pasture below.
    She watched Danny fill the cups with hot, black coffee. “I’ll get the milk out of the fridge.”
    He pointed to a makeshift counter opposite the coffeepot. “It’s under the counter. If you want sugar, there’s some in the pantry.
    Danny passed her one of the mugs. She added milk and took a sip. “Where did Ryan go?”
    “He’s probably in his office sorting through the bills on his desk.”
    “Do you think he’d appreciate me taking his coffee into him?”
    “Can’t hurt. He likes his coffee black with no sugar. You might want to think about taking him a couple of cookies, too.”
    Sophie took the cookie jar from Danny and chose two for Ryan.
    “Good luck navigating through his office. It’s a mess.”
    She smiled to herself as she walked out of the kitchen. The rest of the house was so tidy that Danny must be exaggerating. She poked her head around the office door and frowned at the mess in the room. “Would you like a cup of coffee?”
    Ryan looked up from behind his desk. “Thanks. I’m looking for the paint samples.”
    Sophie tried not to stare too hard at his office. Pieces of paper were everywhere. She was sure there must have been some method to his madness, but it was difficult to see it. She moved some papers off the corner of his desk and left his coffee mug in their place.
    “It looks as though you need someone to sort out your paperwork,” Sophie said gently. “I’m good at organizing things.”
    “Is there anything you’re not good at?” Ryan asked with a smile.
    Sophie knew there were plenty of things she wasn’t good at. Like keeping her mom and sister safe. She’d made some big mistakes over the past eleven months. Mistakes that could cost her the life she’d enjoyed.
    Ryan pulled the paint samples out of a folder. “Here’s what Ocean Breeze looks like. It’s a light blue color. It will look good in the living room with the lake and mountains as a backdrop. And in the gallery, it won’t compete with the colors in my paintings.”
    “You’re an artist?”
    “I wish. My paintings have all been done by other people.”
    Sophie looked at the chart. “It’s a soothing color. You could add orange, red, or blue accent colors, and it would look great.”
    “That’s what my interior designer said.”
    “Can I ask you something?” Sophie handed him the paint samples and watched him put it on top of another pile of paper. “You’ve never told me what you do. I know you’re helping to build your house, but nothing else.”
    Ryan caught a sheet of paper as it fell off his desk. “I write music and make records.”
    Sophie looked closely at him. “What kind of music?”
    “Country.”
    “You must be good at it?”
    “I guess it depends on whether you like country music or not.”
    Sophie waited for him to say something else, but he was busy eating a cookie. “You don’t like talking