She turned and looked up into the bluest pair of eyes she’d ever seen.
“I kept you waiting.” Riley’s tone was cool. “I’m sorry.”
He didn’t look sorry. He looked like a man of action. He was also a walking, talking, warm-to-the-touch ad for ruggedly handsome. If one liked the type.
Abby didn’t.
“My daughter and I will both be going on the camping outing—”
He stiffened suddenly, interrupting her. “No way.”
“What?” He was dangerously close to looming and she would not be loomed over.
“I won’t be nursemaid to a kid.”
“Her name is Kimmie, and if the necessity for nursemaiding arises, I’ll be the one doing it.”
He shook his head. “You don’t need me for this. It’s overkill. I’ll reimburse you.”
“I don’t want your money. I want my weekend…with you.”
That Touch of Pink
Teresa Southwick
TERESA SOUTHWICK
lives in Southern California with her hero husband who is more than happy to share with her the male point of view. An avid fan of romance novels, she is delighted to be living out her dream of writing for Silhouette Books.
Do you need a man? The 75TH semiannual Charity City Auction
Is your chance to find the right one for that “honey do” list.
Could you use a weekend warrior? Ex-army ranger Riley Dixon is the guy for you. He’s donating a survival weekend guaranteed to get your heart rate up.
What about that home repair you’ve been putting off? Dashing Des O’Donnell, former Charity City High football hero, now owner and president of his own construction company, is offering a repair of your choice.
Personal security issues? Defend your honor? Savvy Sam Brimstone, recently of the LAPD and a hotshot detective, is your man.
These are just a sampling of the jaw-dropping guys available to the highest bidder. Ladies, don’t miss the chance to buy a guy—no strings attached.
Cash, Check, Credit and Debit cards gratefully accepted by the Charity City Philanthropic Foundation.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Prologue
Buy-a-Guy: Semiannual Charity City Auction
Abby Walsh needed a man and she was here to buy the one she wanted.
Many towns held bachelor auctions to raise money. Not hers. Charity City was more creative with its semiannual events. The women’s—Sell-A-Belle—was held in the spring. Tonight was the men’s turn and bachelorhood wasn’t a prerequisite, which was just peachy with Abby. Most of the guys were donating their time and skills to be auctioned because they’d received grants from the town for their businesses or projects. Payback in volunteer form was expected.
The specifics of the sale had been listed ahead of time on the town’s Web site and Abby was waiting for the guy who’d donated a survival weekend. Her daughter had recently become involved with a group promoting girls’ outdoor activities. Badges were involved and apparently came under the heading “life and death” for her six-year-old. Abby knew if she were in charge of camping, it would be life and death for real. So the auction was the answer to her problem. She could give back to the town and get the perfect guy—for the weekend. She had no illusions about a perfect guy for herself.
She’d rather be alone than need a man for anything. Once had been more than enough.
Normally she attended the annual auctions with her two best girlfriends. Molly Preston was on her right, but Jamie Gibson couldn’t make it tonight. Her parents, Louise and Roy Gibson, had come instead.
The Charity City Community Center was the only place in town large enough to house the event, and rows of folding chairs filled the expanse of floor space. On the stage, Mayor Baxter Wentworth was playing auctioneer. Tall, distinguished and gray-haired, he was a descendant of the town’s founding family who had initiated the first auction. He took the responsibility of carrying on this charitable tradition very seriously.
“This is Charity City, folks,” he said. “We put our money where our mouth is. I don’t have to tell you this is the seventy-fifth anniversary of the Buy-A-Guy auction.”
“No, you’ve been reminding us of that for weeks,” someone called out.
The mayor laughed along with the rest of the audience. “Okay. I get the point. But you all know the foundation channels money to all of Charity City’s worthy causes, and those funds have to come from somewhere. We’re almost finished for tonight and I want to make this the most successful event ever.”
After the applause died down, he said, “Okay. We’ve got three volunteers left. First is a home repair of your choice donated by Des O’Donnell of O’Donnell Construction.”
Abby felt an elbow in her ribs and looked at Molly. “What?”
“Bid on that for me.”
“Why can’t you do it yourself?”
“Don’t ask. Just trust me on this. No one can know I’m the one who bought Des.” When Abby hesitated, Molly added, “Who would think twice about a single woman buying a home repair?”
“You’re a single woman.”
Cinnamon-colored eyes assumed a decidedly puppy dog expression. “Yeah. But you’re divorced. By definition, that means once upon a time you grew accustomed to a man around the house.”
Not her man, Abby thought. He hadn’t been around the house all that much. But this was obviously important to her friend and Abby was dead meat when puppy dog eyes were involved. “Okay.”
When the mayor announced a starting amount, the bidding began and Abby signaled her interest by raising her number. Apparently she wasn’t the only one interested. As other spirited bidders got involved, the price escalated. She slid Molly a questioning look, but her friend simply nodded discreetly.
Finally, everyone else dropped out. The mayor looked around. “Anyone else? Going, going… Sold to the little lady in the third row.”
He glanced down at his list. “Our next guy is a visitor to Charity City. Sam Brimstone, a retired LAPD detective. Ellie Campbell, who works over at the Lone Star Bar and Grill, says he’s her knight in shining armor, but the judge didn’t see it that way. His community service is thirty days to be auctioned off for charity.”
He called out a starting bid and Abby was surprised when the Gibsons jumped on it. She couldn’t imagine what Jamie’s parents wanted with a man busted because he had anger management issues.