“Shelby said you liked to fix things. I can see what she meant.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No. It’s just an interesting trait. Is there a psychological reason, or were you born that way?”

He chuckled. “Which do you think?”

“I don’t know. I think how we’re raised has a big impact on how we act later in life.” She’d learned a lot of lessons watching her parents. Of course those lessons had mostly been about things she needed to avoid. But there had been positive lessons, too.

“I agree with you on that,” he said, then hesitated. “What Miles said about your parents. You weren’t happy.”

She resisted the urge to duck her head and bolt. “No. I don’t tell a lot of people. They ask questions that I don’t want to answer.”

“Or assume things that aren’t true.”

“How did you know?”

“Let’s just say I’m not a famous country singer, but I’ve been in the limelight before. It’s not all positive attention.”

“Of course. You’re that hot skier guy.”

One eyebrow rose. “You think I’m hot?”

Heat instantly burned on her cheeks. She cleared her throat. “I was speaking in generalities, not specifics.”

“So you don’t think I’m hot.”

He was teasing her. Flirting maybe. She almost never got to that point with any guy, so she wasn’t sure what to do. Destiny suddenly realized that her plan to find someone sensible and ignore everyone else had a giant flaw. She was twenty-eight years old, and she didn’t really know how to deal with a man outside of a work setting.

Miles was easy. She thought of him as a brother. The tech guys and her boss were colleagues. People she met as she went from town to town were kept at a careful distance. No one got close, which kept her safe, but what happened when she found the one? How was she supposed to get close to him?

“It wasn’t supposed to be that hard a question,” Kipling told her, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“You know you’re very good-looking. You don’t need more compliments from me.”

“More implies there have been some. So far, you’re a disappointment in the compliment department. I was hoping for more.”

“Handsome is as handsome does.”

He frowned. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know. It’s something my Grandma Nell used to say. But it sounds wise.”

“Or confusing. Is the flip side of that ‘ugly is as ugly does’?”

“I have no idea.”

“So who’s Grandma Nell?”

Destiny felt herself relaxing as she remembered the other woman. “My maternal grandmother. She lived in the Smoky Mountains all her life. She was wonderful. Loving and smart and an emotional rock for me, if a bit flirty when it came to men. No matter what happened, I could count on her.”

Destiny smiled as memories flooded her. “My parents were young when they had me. My mom was still eighteen, and my dad was only a few months older. Apparently, four weeks after I was born, they went off on tour and left me with her. I spent the first couple of years of my life with her. I don’t really remember. Then I was with my parents for a while and other family members. My early years weren’t exactly stable.”

“Was that hard?”

“Sometimes. I would go on tour and have a nanny. The guys in the band always looked out for me.”

Kipling studied her. “Didn’t you have a hit record when you were maybe seven or eight? I would swear I remember that.”

Destiny felt the second blush of the day on her cheeks. “Yes,” she said with a groan. “‘Under the Willow Tree.’ I was eight, and the song did very well.”

She’d been nominated for a Grammy, which should have been a terrific experience, only that very morning her father had told her that he and her mother were divorcing for the second time. She’d been devastated, and it had taken all she had not to sob when walking the red carpet.

The reporters had wanted to talk to her. To ask about what it was like to be so young and so talented. She’d wanted to explain to them that she would give up all of it simply to have her parents stay together.

“Right after that, my parents split up again. There was a huge custody battle over me. I’m not sure either wanted me as much as they said. I think it was more about hurting each other.” She shrugged. “I went back and forth between them for a couple of years. They both married again and again. When I was ten, Grandma Nell showed up and said I was going to live with her.”

“Was that better?” he asked.

“Much. She had a small house. There was running water, but not much else. Electricity was spotty. We had a wood-burning stove, and we grew a lot of our own food. There were times I was lonely, but mostly I was so grateful to her for taking me in.”

As she spoke she was aware of Kipling watching her intently. She had no idea what he was thinking, but didn’t feel it was bad. From what she could tell, he was a nice man. He fixed things, which was an admirable trait. If her parents had been more interested in holding the family together...

But they hadn’t been. Which left her with a half sister she didn’t know and left Starr with no one else to take care of her.

“Tell me more about Grandma Nell,” he prompted.

She smiled. “She knew about plants and how to can and sew. She was a big reader. We would drive into town every Wednesday afternoon and go to the movies, then stop at the library and get lots of books. I was homeschooled until I was sixteen. She sent away for lesson plans, and she made me stick to a schedule.”




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