“We’re now walking into the home theater,”
she spoke to her outstretched camera, “one of the more challenging rooms of the
renovation. Prior to this update, the room had a series of steps leading to the
different levels of recliners. Obviously, that would no longer work for the
homeowner, so we chose to remove the steps completely, instead building a
gradual slope with room to maneuver around each level of seating. Beyond
featuring state-of-the-art electronics that will be easily upgradeable, everything
in here—from the blackout window shades to the sound system to the recliners
themselves—can be controlled through a single smart home phone app.”
She turned the camera to face her. “Doesn’t
this look like a wonderfully cozy place to watch a movie or catch your favorite
sporting event?”
She smiled into the phone camera, then
moved back into the wide hallway leading to the library/office, her own
favorite spot in the house.
“You can see here we have sliding pocket
doors that open and close with the push of a button. We chose to replace the
traditional doors in many of the spaces with these pocket doors, which gives
more room for the homeowner to navigate, and we also…”
Her words trailed off as she heard a sound
behind her and turned to see a large, dark-haired man using a wheelchair,
framed in the doorway.
He frowned, an expression she had become
all too used to seeing there, during their few in-person interactions and their
more frequent video conferences.
“What are you doing?” he demanded. “You’re
not filming this, are you?”
Sage dropped her phone with an inward wince
and stopped recording. Technically, this was still her job site, which meant
she had full permission to check on the progress of the work until they handed
the finished home over to the owner, who happened to be this man, former
professional baseball player Mason Tucker.
With effort, she forced herself not to show
any of her dismay. Out of all the clients she had worked with during her career
thus far, Mason Tucker was the only one who made her palms sweat and her
stomach feel knotted with stress.
“Mr. Tucker. Um, hi.” She forced a smile,
feeling awkward as hell and wishing she had waited until the contractor would
be here to take a tour.
“I haven’t been here in weeks and wanted to
document the progress that has been made since I visited last. I didn’t see any
vehicles outside and assumed everybody was gone for the day.”
“I’m parked in the garage of the
guesthouse.”
“I didn’t even know you were in town. Have
you been here long?”
The last she knew, Mason had been living in
Portland, where he had once played for the same baseball team as another town
resident, Spencer Gregory, who was married to Sage’s friend Charlotte. Sage
knew Spence and Mason had remained friends, despite life circumstances that had
led to both of them retiring.
For a moment, she wasn’t sure Mason would
reply, then he finally shrugged. “I wanted to be close as we started to wrap
things up so I can keep an eye on things and be on hand if there are any
questions or problems. My daughter and I moved into the guesthouse a month
ago.”
Why hadn’t her dad or Sam Delgado told her
Mason was already living in Hope’s Crossing?
Beyond that, she suddenly thought, how in
the world was he making the guesthouse work? That place wasn’t at all wheelchair
accessible, with three steps leading into the place, narrow hallways and no
accessible bathroom like those she had designed for this main house.
Renovating the guesthouse was part of the
master plan but not until all the work was finished on Wolf Ridge itself.
“That place is a mess. How are you getting
around?”
“I’m managing,” he said, his voice curt. “I
can still get around on crutches, as long as I don’t have to go far.”
“You shouldn’t have to go far, from one end
of the guesthouse to the other. It’s tiny.” She imagined a man Mason’s size
would make the space shrink to almost nothing.
“It works fine for me and Grace. It’s only
a few more weeks anyway, right?”
“I suppose.”
Sam Delgado had assured her when they spoke
earlier that the renovations to Wolf Ridge would be finished shortly before
Christmas.
Sage had to admit, she wouldn’t be sorry to
put the job behind her.
While she was thrilled with the way her
designs had transformed the mountain estate, working with Mason Tucker himself
was another story.
She tried to be compassionate. Whenever she
grew frustrated with him, she would remind herself that Mason had endured the
sort of tragedy that would have completely destroyed someone without his
resilience. While she was only charged with renovating this house, Mason had to
completely rebuild his life.
He had every right to be surly and
uncooperative.
While she might know that intellectually,
it was difficult to remember when she was dealing with yet another last-minute
change order.
Still, he had superb taste and basically
unlimited financial resources. In a few more weeks, when the job was finished,
Wolf Ridge would meet his needs now and long into the future.
The home now featured a new indoor pool,
spa and high-tech exercise room on the bottom level, two new elevators at
either end of the house and heated floors throughout. Wolf Ridge also featured
a kitchen that worked for people of any mobility level and wheelchair
accessible bathrooms on each level, including the extensive owner’s suite on the
second floor.
Sage loved everything about this house,
from the skylights to the beams her dad had mentioned to the wider doorways and
hallways. It was warm, luxurious, comfortable.
She wanted to show off her work to the
world. The only trick would be convincing the intensely private Mason Tucker.
Faced with his glower now, Sage felt as if
she faced a Herculean task.
She had to try, though, didn’t she?
Her fledgling internet show had exploded in
popularity over the past year, allowing her foundation and personal pet project
to help far more deserving people than she had ever envisioned.
Sage could only imagine the vast number of
views—and thus ad revenue—a video featuring Wolf Ridge would bring in. People
would love a glimpse inside the house redesigned for the reclusive and private
Mason Tucker.
The public still clamored to know
everything it could about the former professional athlete who had endured so
much physical and emotional pain.
If she could showcase Wolf Ridge on the
Homes for All internet channel, she would also bring awareness to some of the
issues and obstacles noninclusive design presented to those with mobility
challenges.
She drew in a breath, not sure where to
start. Yes, he would likely slap her down but she wouldn’t know unless she
asked, right?
“The progress while I’ve been overseas is
amazing. I can’t believe how different everything looks, with the finish work
and the new flooring.”
“Sam and his subs have put in some long
hours.”
“It shows. And Jean-Paul tells me he’s
going to have nearly all the furnishings ready to go in a few more weeks,
except for a few custom pieces.”
“That’s what he tells me.”
“I can’t see any reason you and Grace can’t
move in before Christmas. How exciting!”
A shrug was his only response, which she
supposed was about as eloquent as Mason Tucker could be.
She stuck her hands into the pockets of her
wool coat.
He was going to say no. She knew it and
braced herself for it.
“There’s no easy way for me to ask you this
so I’m going to come straight out with it.” She drew in a breath. “For the past
year, I’ve hosted a YouTube channel, Homes for All, which features projects
with the kind of innovative universal design elements we have tried to
incorporate here at Wolf Ridge.”
He raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
“While it’s called Homes for All, we
feature commercial as well as residential projects. I hope to continue raising
awareness of how limiting and even discriminatory some design practices can be
for those who are, er, differently abled.”
He again said nothing, only continued to
look at her out of those hard blue eyes that concealed his emotions completely.
“I have poured so much energy into Wolf
Ridge, and I’m absolutely thrilled with the way the house has turned out. It’s
everything I dreamed and more. I feel like more people should see it. Don’t
you? I would absolutely love to feature your home on my channel.”
She held her breath, hands curled inside
her pockets.
As she might have predicted, he didn’t
leave her waiting long for his answer.
“Hell no,” he said with blunt finality,
then turned away and started to roll back down the hall so abruptly she could
only stare at him.
After a moment, she pursued him. This was
too important to give up at the first obstacle. “Just like that? You don’t even
want to hear the details?”
He paused and maneuvered to face her. “Why
waste both our time? I don’t need to hear the details. Whatever you have to say
doesn’t matter. My answer will remain a hard no.”
The man was impossible. Her grandfather
Harry might have called him pigheaded, but Sage preferred the more diplomatic
obstinate.
And yes, how could she blame him for that?
Mason was trying to rebuild a life for himself and his daughter in Hope’s
Crossing, away from the prying eyes of the tabloid press. She already knew he was
an intensely private man. He had made her sign a nondisclosure agreement before
even talking to her about what he wanted done at the house.
She might have been more surprised if he
had agreed to let her feature his house on her channel.
Still, she had never been good at taking no
for an answer. She could be every bit as pigheaded as Mason Tucker. She figured
she had inherited that from Harry Lange himself.
“What I love most about your home is how
seamlessly we have managed to integrate the new design into the existing
structure without altering the basic style and grace of the home,” she said.
“I’m sure you can agree that the changes will benefit everyone who lives here,
not only you.”
“Sure,” he said after a moment. “You
definitely know what you’re doing. The house is exactly what I wanted. That
still doesn’t mean I want the whole world peering in at the transfer bars in
the shower or the damn lift I need to use so I can get in and out of my spa.”
Sage was so caught up in the first part of
what he said, the unexpected praise coming from her difficult client, that she
almost missed the second part.
“That’s exactly what I try to showcase on
my channel. When done right, universal design can blend with the overall style
of a home or commercial property, small and sometimes barely noticeable changes
but enough to make a huge difference to those who need them.”
“No,” he said again. “Judging by how seldom
you’re here, you must have other projects. You can focus on those.”
“I have. You can watch the videos online.
We have about thirty of them up now. But Wolf Ridge is the most ambitious
residential renovation I’ve ever undertaken. Most people would never have
poured the kind of resources you have into making such extensive changes to an
existing structure. They would have sold the house as is and built a custom
home somewhere else. Because of the location and the basic sound structure of
the house, you chose to renovate instead. The results are beautiful, and I want
the whole world to see it.”
“And I don’t,” he said bluntly. “I don’t
need to give the whole damn world any more reasons to pity me.”
A muscle clenched along his jaw, and Sage
felt immediately ashamed of herself for her selfishness at wanting to showcase
her best work here.
Her motives weren’t completely selfish, she
amended. Yes, she was proud of her work on Wolf Ridge. This project, more than
any other she had been part of, might help her begin to emerge from her
father’s huge and well-earned shadow.
It wasn’t easy being Jackson Lange’s
daughter and trying to find her own way in the same field as one of the world’s
most brilliant architectural minds.
That was the very reason she hadn’t taken
Jack’s surname, even after they reconnected. She still went by Sage McKnight,
the name she’d always had. She didn’t want to be known first as Jackson Lange’s
daughter, with the weight of all those expectations on her. She wanted to
succeed on her own.
Beyond that, she was doing good work with
Homes for All. She knew she was making a difference in people’s lives, not only
by changing minds about universal design but by changing lives.
Should she tell Jackson Lange that Homes
for All was also the name of her foundation, funded by the ad revenue her
videos generated online? The purpose was to help people who couldn’t otherwise
afford to make necessary changes to their living spaces when age or health
issues impacted mobility.
No. She didn’t want to guilt him into
letting her invade his privacy by showcasing Wolf Ridge.
“Will you at least think about it?” she
finally said. “You don’t have to decide anything right this moment.”
He shrugged. “I can think about it from now
until Christmas. I won’t change my mind. My house, my decision. You can take
all the pictures and video you want for your own personal use but if you post
them online, I’ll sue your ass for breaking our nondisclosure agreement.”
He wheeled away without another word,
leaving Sage to gaze after him with helpless frustration.
She hadn’t really expected any other
answer, but she had hoped.
Her watch alarm dinged, and she glanced
down at the reminder she had set. She was supposed to be at her mother’s
bookstore and coffeehouse, Books & Brew, in ten minutes.
She quickly shot a few more images then
walked back out into the December twilight.
Excerpted from All is Bright by RaeAnne Thayne. Copyright © 2022
by RaeAnne Thayne. Published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A.
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