“Don’t Look At Me Like That, Stacy. Letter to Reader Title Page About the Author Dedication Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Copyright
“Don’t Look At Me Like That, Stacy.
“I’m trying to do the right thing here. The decent thing. You’ve just been through a hell of a bad time. You’re scared, and you’re vulnerable.”
“And you felt sorry for me.” Her chin came up, and she smiled. “That is what you’re trying to say, isn’t it?”
“That’s just it, Stacy, I don’t feel. It’s the way I like it. The way it has to be.”
“I think you feel very deeply. Too deeply. And I think you felt something just now when you kissed me.”
He felt the heat climbing up his neck. He was immune to nearly every wile a woman possessed—everything but the unguarded look of longing in the eyes of a woman who believed in him....
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Daddy by Accident
Paula Detmer Riggs
PAULA DETMER RIGGS discovers material for her writing in her varied life experiences. During her first five years of marriage to a naval officer, she lived in nineteen different locations on the West Coast, gaining familiarity with places as diverse as San Diego and Seattle. While working at a historical site in San Diego she wrote, directed and narrated fashion shows and became fascinated with the early history of California.
She writes romances because “I think we all need an escape from the high-tech pressures that face us every day, and I believe in happy endings. Isn’t that why we keep trying, in spite of all the roadblocks and disappointments along the way?”
For Catherine Anderson, who has a great talent, a
generous heart and an astonishing wisdom. Thanks for being my friend.
One
Stacy Patterson gripped the edge of her seat belt and watched the houses whiz by at sixty mph. “Len, please, you have to slow down!” she shouted desperately over the roar of the souped-up engine. “This is a school zone.”
Behind the wheel of the lethal black Trans Am, her ex-husband seemed oblivious to all but the inner voices raging at him. Beneath the bill of the dark blue SWAT team cap he was no longer entitled to wear, his once-handsome face was grotesquely contorted. The mask of madness, one of his psychiatrists had termed it.
“I told you I’d find you, bitch, and I’m not letting you leave me again!” he shouted before baring his teeth in a manic smile. As if to emphasize his sick triumph, he deliberately accelerated, rocketing the sports coupe around a curve so fast the tires screeched. Flung hard against the belt, Stacy felt the rear of the Trans Am fishtailing violently and screamed a warning.
Len sliced off an obscenity and jerked the wheel. For an instant she thought he had regained control, only to catch sight of a towering pine tree looming directly ahead. Too terrified to scream. she curled forward against the belt’s restraint in a desperate attempt to protect the fragile life in her belly.
The impact threw her violently forward against the dash before the belt drew her back. Like a hot poker, pain stabbed through her head. Her last thought before the blackness closed in was of the child she carried.
High on the scaffolding that encircled the three-story Victorian remodel’s elaborate turret, Boyd MacAuley was methodically installing a new stained-glass window when he heard the earsplitting din of a violent collision. He knew even before he turned toward the sound that another unsuspecting driver had missed the notorious Astoria Street corkscrew turn and smashed headlong into the already scarred Douglas fir across the street.
With the sound of crunching