“For the first time in our acquaintance, I’m finding you kind of cute.”
She blinked. “‘Cute’?”
“Really cute,” he murmured.
“You’re up to something, Logan.”
He clucked his tongue. “So suspicious.”
She shrugged. “A woman learns it young.”
He realized that he had her trapped between his body and the kitchen counter. Holding her gaze, he reached out a finger and drew it along the curve of her jaw.
Her eyes narrowed and she held herself still. He could swear that stillness cost her. There was a tremor there, rigidly controlled, beneath her flawless golden skin. A quivering reaction to his presence, his touch. His heart pumped hard in his chest, but he ignored it. This was about what he did to Elena. His gaze dropped to the pulse beat in her throat. It was fluttering fast, he thought.
Very fast.
Dear Reader,
There’s more than one way to enjoy the summer. By picking up this month’s Silhouette Special Edition romances, you will find an emotional escape that is sure to touch your heart and leave you believing in happily-ever-after!
I am pleased to introduce a gripping tale of true love and family from celebrated author Stella Bagwell. In White Dove’s Promise, which launches a six-book spin-off—plus a Christmas story collection—of the popular COLTONS series, a dashing Native American hero has trouble staying in one place, until he finds himself entangled in a soul-searing embrace with a beautiful single mother, who teaches him about roots…and lifelong passion.
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Lisa Jackson’s The McCaffertys: Slade features a lady lawyer who comes home and faces a heartbreaker hero, who desperately wants a chance to prove his love to her. In Mad Enough To Marry, Christie Ridgway entertains us with an adorable tale of that maddening love that happens only when two kindred spirits must share the same space. Be sure to pick up Arlene James’s His Private Nurse, where a single father falls for the feisty nurse hired to watch over him after a suspicious accident. You won’t want to miss it!
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Mad Enough to Marry
Christie Ridgway
For Kim, Lisa, Leila, Suzette, Tori, Wendy and Vicki, aka “The First Grade Moms.” Thanks for all the support and the good times we’ve had together!
CHRISTIE RIDGWAY
thinks she has the greatest job in the world. She loves writing stories, and the only thing she loves more is her family: a supportive husband and two sons who often are forced to remind her that kids are entitled to three meals a day.
A native of California, she now lives in the southern part of the state. A typical writing day can include rescuing the turtle from the pool and finding frogs in the shower. Although she once told the men she loves they could not keep pets that require live food, each week her husband comes home with a plastic bag of pet food that looks suspiciously like crickets (sounds like them, too!) for the reptiles and amphibians that now call her home theirs.
When not writing or chasing down errant pets, she volunteers at her sons’ school. Finally, because there’s really nothing better, Christie always finds time to curl up with a good book.
You may contact her at P.O. Box 3803, La Mesa, CA 91944. Send a SASE for reply or e-mail her at [email protected].
Contents
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 One
Scandal.
Staring straight at it, Logan Chase strolled along Strawberry Bay’s crowded main street, barricaded for the annual May Fair. He sighed. Over the past several months, the small California town had suffered through a series of earthquakes followed by a string of armed robberies. Why should it be any surprise that scandal was next?
Strawberry Bay, California, was, in general, a prosperous town and its citizens were always eager to support the multitude of organizations represented at the traditional community event. They lined up at the various booths, cash ready to buy the hot dogs the elementary school PTA was selling, the cinnamon rolls handmade by the Methodist Church’s women’s group and the cold cans of soda the kids from the high school’s Key Club were hawking.
By all appearances, this year’s May Fair was going to break previous fundraising records for the causes on hand, with the sole exception of the cause whose booth was situated at the far end of the street. But Logan knew it was making its own place in infamy. His gaze lingered on the booth, deserted except for the woman sitting alone inside it, even as he told himself it wasn’t any of his business that she was probably already the talk of the town.
An elbow nudged his ribs. “Hey! Long time no see.”
Forcing his gaze away from the mud-in-the-making, Logan looked into the freckled face of the woman who cut his hair. “How you doing, Sue Ellen?”
She wasn’t any older than he was, as a matter of fact they’d sat beside each other in senior French at Strawberry Bay High School eleven years ago, but the frown she gave him was motherly. “I’m fine, but you really could use a trim.”
Logan ignored the suggestion. He didn’t feel like explaining why he was no longer slave to a standing monthly haircut. “How are Chris and the kids?” he asked instead.
“The twins are looking forward to summer already,” Sue Ellen replied. “And my stepdaughter—you know, Chris’s Amber?—she’s all excited about the high school’s senior prom.” Sue Ellen’s gaze slid down the street and she nodded at that last booth, still devoid of customers. “If there’s going to be a senior prom.”
Logan shifted uncomfortably, but didn’t let himself follow Sue Ellen’s gaze. “Of course there’s going to be a senior prom. No matter what.”
The hairdresser lifted a doubtful eyebrow, still looking at the booth that customarily raised all the necessary funds to lavishly decorate the high-school auditorium for the senior class’s prom. Then she looked back at Logan, her expression speculative. “Maybe you could buy the first—”
“No way,” he said hastily.