His Hometown Girl. Jillian Hart

likely story.” She met him halfway across the yard. “Zachary Drake, you’re pathetic, but I can’t in good conscience let you starve.”

      “Pathetic? C’mon, give me a break, I’m not that bad. Usually.”

      “Sure, like I believe you.” She led the way up the brick steps and onto the porch. “A man who thinks crusted-over hot dogs is a worthy meal is a danger to himself.”

      “Does this mean I’m in luck and you’re going to feed me?”

      “Somebody’s got to.”

      He laughed, a rich, wonderful sound that warmed her all the way to her soul.