Gloria Navarro met and married her soul
mate. When he died, she felt she'd never know that kind of love again. But when
she finds a love letter between the pages of a book and the man who wrote the
missive, she starts to believe lightning might strike twice.
To Bryan Dunn, love is a four-letter word.
He doesn't go in for cheap sentiment or hearts-and-flowers. But he wants
Gloria, and to get her, he'll let her believe he wrote the silly letter. The
longer he's with her, though, the more he cares. If she discovers the truth
about him, it just might break the heart he never thought he had.
Excerpt:
Gloria picked up
her keys and her purse and was just about to walk her daughter out when someone
tapped on the glass door. Both women started. Gloria gasped. Bryan stood on the
step outside.
“We’re closed,”
Desi said loudly, pointing to the clock on the wall behind the front desk.
“Let him in,”
Gloria told her. “I know him.”
Desi gaped at her,
then unlocked the door. “Hello?”
“I’m sorry. I
didn’t mean to startle you.” Bryan glanced from Desi to Gloria. “I meant to
come earlier.”
“Come in, Bryan.
This is my daughter, Desiree. Desi, this is Professor Dunn. He teaches…poetry
at the college.”
He nodded at Desi.
“English Literature and World Lit. How do you do?”
“Hello.” She gave
her mother a wide-eyed stare as she stepped back and allowed Bryan into the
salon. Her gaze travelled up and down his tall form. Behind Bryan’s back, she
gave her mother a nod of approval and a thumb’s up. He’s hot, she mouthed.
Gloria tried to
tamp down the excitement skittering up her spine but couldn’t control the way
her pulse spiked as Bryan neared. She was afraid she’d have slipped his mind, but
he hadn’t forgotten her. Just as she couldn’t forget him. “This is unexpected.”
He reached into
his jacket pocket, the same jacket he wore earlier, and pulled out the letter.
“I’m here because of this.”
Gloria’s glance
bounced from her daughter back to Bryan.
“I still need your
help.” His expression was so sincere, his tone so earnest. Did he really need
her?
“I don’t know what
I can do—”
“Help me write a
letter to Courtney.”
His statement
punctured her hopes, letting the air out of them. He wanted her to help him win
back his lover. She wanted to smack herself for feeling disappointed.
Thinking about him
all day had buoyed her mood. She’d told herself it was a chance meeting, a mild
flirtation with a handsome stranger. Nothing would come of it. Had she been
lying to herself, secretly hoping for more?
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