What Might Have Been: Daniels Brother #4 (Daniels Brothers) Read Online Free PDF Page B

the surface. He thought he’d moved on—buried the hope of her ever viewing him as more than Chris’ little brother—but being near her still did crazy things to his insides.
    Trinity was digging something out of a filing cabinet when he walked into the office. She pulled a file out of the metal box and bumped the drawer shut with her hip.
    “Holding down the fort?” he asked.
    “You know it.” She glanced at him, and then went back to reading whatever was in the folder. “How’d it go?”
    “He approved the plan. We start on Monday.” Trent strolled over to her desk and sat on the edge, facing her. “I need you to double the order of sod and mulch for the next couple of weeks. We’re going to be blowing through what we have until we can get these properties up to par.”
    She nodded, not looking up from her reading. “Who do you want me to reassign?”
    “Alan and Craig. They work fast and will make sure things are done right.”
    She tossed the file on her desk before walking over to the coffeemaker they had set up in the corner. “That’s going to push back the Harris job by a day or two.”
    “I know.” Trinity had a bowl of candy on her desk and he helped himself to a peppermint. “I trust you to smooth things over.”
    “Let’s just hope Mrs. Harris is willing to be charmed.” She chuckled as she took a seat behind her desk.
    He leaned in closer to her and lowered his voice as if he were confessing some big secret. “You could sweet talk the pants off anyone, Trinity. Even little old ladies.”
    “I know.” She sighed dramatically. “You’re quite lucky to have me.”
    “Quite.” Trent grinned. He and Trinity had always had an easygoing relationship. It made work, even the parts he detested, less dreadful. “So what is it that you needed me to look over?”
    For the next two hours, they went over the inventory reports from the previous month. Something wasn’t adding up and Trinity wasn’t able to find the problem. They’d gone over it together—twice. He’d even gone out to the sheds and done some recounting of his own. The figures didn’t match. Granted, it wasn’t by much, but it still bugged him. His guys were required to log what they removed from the sheds in the yard every morning and what they returned with every night. It could be as simple as something getting marked down wrong. They were all usually very good at keeping track since he was a stickler for such things, but no one was perfect.
    “I’ll talk to the guys when they come in . . . remind them to make sure they take an accurate count of what they take and put back.”
    Trent nodded. “If you find something, call me. Otherwise, I’ll see you on Monday.”
    “Have a good weekend.”
    He hopped into his truck and drove into the yard where they kept all their supplies. It took about fifteen minutes to load everything he needed into the back and log it on the inventory sheet. He’d told his dad that he’d help replace a tree in their backyard that hadn’t made it. Mike Daniels loved to work in the yard, but he didn’t have the best luck when it came to plants.
    On his way to his parents’ house, Trent decided to take a little detour. Okay, maybe it wasn’t so little, but he felt compelled to drive by their old house.
    The first thing that struck him when he turned down the street he’d grown up on was that it hadn’t changed all that much. One of the houses had new siding and another had put up a fence. Other than that, it was exactly like he remembered.
    He pulled along the curb and put his truck in park, leaving the engine running. As he sat there, he could almost see him, Chris, and Abby chasing each other on the front lawn. Gage was sitting close to the porch playing with one of his toys and Paul was working on his bike with their dad.
    Trent shifted his attention to the house Abby had lived in with her father. The memory of her racing down the sidewalk to greet her dad when he’d come home from