She's a work in progress . . . He's a fixer upper . . .
PLAYING HOUSE
Laura Chapman
Releasing March 21st, 2017
She's a work in progress . . .
Bailey
Meredith has had it. As an assistant at a prestigious interior design firm,
she’s tired of making coffee and filing invoices. She’ll do just about anything
to get out from under the paperwork and into the field for real experience.
Then she sees an ad for a job that seems too good to be true.
He's a fixer upper . . .
Wilder
Aldrich knew she would be perfect for the crew the moment he saw her. His hit
home improvement show only hired the best, and Bailey had potential written all
over her. It isn’t just her imaginative creativity and unmatched work ethic
that grabs his attention. There’s just something about her.
With
chemistry on screen, it’s only a matter of time before sparks fly behind the
scenes as well. But with Bailey’s jaded views on romance and a big secret that
could destroy Wilder and everyone he cares about, are either of them willing to
risk it all for love?
EXCERPT
Keeping a
close distance, she followed Waverly up the cracked path to the house. Bailey
took quick mental notes of her surroundings. The exterior needed a lot of work.
The sagging roof missing gutters made her think they’d find the inside in
similar disarray. They stepped through the front door, nearly tripping over
Wilder Aldrich, who was measuring the entryway.
“Hey!” He
sprang to his feet and out of their way. “What did I tell you about waiting
until I gave you the all clear?”
“You were
taking for-frickin’-ever, and some of us were freezing our tits off.” She
pursed her lips and took on a warrior stance, seemingly daring him to say
something else.
Conceding
victory to her, Wilder turned and flashed an apologetic grin at Bailey. “Hey.”
He offered a hand. Warmth permeated through the thin material of her glove.
“Welcome to Casa de Waverly.”
Giving him a
smug grin, Waverly sipped her coffee and faced Bailey. “Do you have a smart
phone?”
Bailey stared
blankly for a second, still dazzled by seeing Wilder up close. But she quickly
snapped to attention and dug her phone out of her coat pocket.
“Good,”
Waverly said after inspecting it. “While you’re on the job, I’d like you to
snap some photos for our social media accounts. I’ll want to vet everything
before we post it, but we need to start building the buzz for the next season
while we’re filming. In exchange, we’ll cover your phone payments to take care
of your data usage. Understood?”
“I can do
that.”
“Good. Now .
. .” She pulled out her own phone. It was the latest model that had come out on
the market a month ago. With all of its reported bells and whistles, it put
Bailey’s poor phone to shame. “I’m going to make a quick call. I’ll be back in
a few minutes, and we can get started on,” she gestured around her, “this
mess.”
She spun on
her heel and waltzed out of the room, cooing into the phone.
Wilder
cleared his throat, and Bailey turned to give him her full attention. She
estimated he was only a couple of years older than herself—maybe in his late
twenties or early thirties. He looked younger in real life than he did on TV.
He was leaner and a little shorter—though she still had to crane her neck a
little to meet his gaze.
He was also
more handsome. Not the GQ model, your
tongue-sticks-to-the-top-of-your-mouth kind of sexy. But he was hot in the same
way the guy you sat next to in Chemistry was. It was enough to distract you
from formulas and Bunsen burners every so often, but not enough that you’d ever
set the lab on fire or forget to finish your final exam.
So far, he
seemed much more serious. Where was the guy who scared Waverly with a stuffed
dummy in a closet in the last episode she’d watched before calling an end to
the marathon?
He was, she
realized, studying her every bit as closely, with those hazel eyes speckled
with green. Noting that, she didn’t feel quite as rude taking mental notes on
the man in front of him.
At least she
looked good. She’d laid out three outfits that morning in the hotel room. The
first was a long, silky turquoise tunic that she’d paired with a pair of black
leggings and knee-high boots. It was similar to the clothes Waverly favored on
screen—only hers weren’t name-brand knockoffs. Then she had the casual jeans, a
gray T-shirt that she could dress-up with a navy blue blazer. And there was
option three: dark-wash, fit jeans, a chambray shirt, and a scarf. It was an
ensemble that fell somewhere in the middle. It was the one that looked the most
like her when she inspected herself in the mirror.
It was the
one that felt most like her now in the middle of the foyer.
She wondered
what he saw when he looked at her. Did he see a confident young woman ready to
tackle major projects adeptly? Or did he see someone who was desperate to
create, no matter what happened? Both were correct, but which one shone through
right now?
Like a light
switch, that triggered something in her. She offered her hand again. “We
haven’t officially met. I’m Bailey Meredith.”
Laura
Chapman is
the author of First & Goal, Going for Two, Three
& Out, and The Marrying Type. A native Nebraskan, she loves
football, Netflix marathons, and her cats, Jane and Bingley. Connect with her
online on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and her website.
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