August 30, 2010 by admin
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“Well, why do you think you can’t do this?”
With a scowl, she replied. “I don’t have a kitchen.”
Okay, that would be a major drawback for a caterer. She really hadn’t thought this through. “What else?”
“Does anything else matter?”
“Humour me.”
Em gusted out a sigh, and began to enumerate on [...]
July 2, 2010 by admin
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He tossed her a glance as he walked by and went to lean against the far side of his desk. Out of sight of the doorway.
Apparently he threw some sort of invisible lasso along with that glance, because despite wanting to stand firm and hold her ground, she [...]
June 13, 2010 by admin
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“Whacha doin’?”
M looked over at the little feet standing beside her head. Bare toes hugged the lush grass beneath them.
“Hi sweetie. Come lie beside me.”
“’Kay.”
Alicia plopped herself down on the lawn beside M and struck a similar pose. A softly rounded chin rested on chubby hands.
M’s heart squeezed. [...]
May 24, 2010 by admin
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“Wow, that’s gorgeous. Whose house is that?”
Jonathan’s pulse leapt up and took off. He hadn’t heard her return.
Angry at himself—at the world—he snapped, “Nobody’s.” He rolled the design up, snapped the elastic back, and shoved the lot back in the drawer.
Taking a steadying breath, he took her laptop [...]
April 12, 2010 by admin
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Her skin, and everything underneath it, tingled as the scowl morphed into a predatory gleam. Her brain conjured a picture of a jungle cat stalking a fawn. No, not a fawn, a doe. He’d play with it a long time before devouring every tasty morsel.
Man, she had a [...]
February 22, 2010 by admin
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Chapter Six
The next morning, M bounded out of bed with her resolve firmly in place. No more sucking it up. No more dealing with the lemons life had handed to her. Her world centred on food, the creation of delectable dishes. She had a gift in being [...]
January 11, 2010 by admin
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Flipping open her phone, she keyed in his speed dial number.
“Hey, it’s me. Do you have a minute?”
“Just one. What’s up? Is everything okay?”
“I think so. I just wanted to run something by you.”
“Shoot.”
“Jonathan, the guy I’m living with…ah…I mean…”
“M, I know what you mean. Go on.”
“Well, he’s [...]
December 6, 2009 by admin
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M leaned back against the closed door and looked at her watch. Only eight fifteen. Far too early for bed.
Making a snap decision, she ran upstairs to get her cell phone. Back downstairs she stopped in the kitchen and snagged a can of pop out of the fridge, [...]
November 15, 2009 by admin
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Later that evening M tapped on the door to Jonathan’s office. For the last forty minutes she’d sat in the kitchen trying to cloak herself with a blanket of calm.
It proved to be a useless exercise.
Bottom line? She had to tell Jonathan what she’d learned today. The whole [...]
October 29, 2009 by admin
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Jonathan sat on the bench watching them walk toward him.
They still held hands and that relieved him. Alicia had been strangely quiet around Em, something unnatural for his expressive little sister.
Neither of them were speaking, but they seemed—comfortable with each other.
As for him? Em made him uncomfortable. She [...]
