Hometown Courtship. Diann Hunt
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Название: Hometown Courtship
Автор: Diann Hunt
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Love Inspired
isbn: 9781408964064
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Brad’s gaze landed on her nails. He stared. And stared.
“Coral.”
Callie’s comment visibly jarred him.
“The polish.” She wiggled her fingers. “You like it?”
With a blank stare, he said, “As you can see, we serve coffee and donuts here, so if you skip going to the bakery, you might actually get here on time.”
Her happy day paled a bit.
“Is it the nail polish? Admittedly not a great color for me.”
He said nothing.
“I’ll skip my trip to the bakery in the morning,” Callie said.
“So, you’ll be here by eight-thirty tomorrow morning, right?” Noticeable edge to his voice there.
“Right.”
“Good.” He then explained the program to her, but she didn’t hear a word of it. She couldn’t image how this rude, arrogant man was the same suave, debonair man she’d met at the bakery that morning. She couldn’t believe she’d given up a perfectly good peach scone for this guy. It wouldn’t happen again.
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DIANN HUNT
Bestselling author Diann Hunt writes romantic comedy and humorous women’s fiction. She admits to seeing the world from a slightly different angle than most, and she will do just about anything (within reason) for chocolate. Since 2001, she has published three novellas and fifteen novels, including a Women of Faith novel.
Diann lives in Indiana with her real-life hero-husband of 33 years who continually lavishes her with chocolate—well, she can imagine it, can’t she? She’s a fiction writer, after all.
Hometown Courtship
Diann Hunt
Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways acknowledge him,
and he will make your paths straight.
—Proverbs 3:5–6
Dedicated to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ,
who continually guides my steps.
Special thanks to my editor, Tina Colombo, for her hard work and for joining me with this project! I am blessed to be a part of the Love Inspired team!
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 Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Questions for Discussion
Chapter One
The strike of the judge’s gavel reverberated through the room, announcing to the entire town of Burrow, Ohio, that she, Callie Easton, had committed a crime. She could almost see the stern glares of the city’s forefathers.
Who knew that lost parking tickets could cause such a problem?
Heather Rinker, Callie’s good friend and attorney, leaned toward her. “You okay?”
“I’ve just been ordered to do community service, Heather. Would you be okay?”
“No, but then I don’t lose things.” She gathered her copious papers into tidy little stacks and placed them in her folder.
“It’s the handbag. I wouldn’t be in this mess if not for the handbag.” Callie hiccupped. Her usual reaction to life’s crises.
Heather turned to her. “What?”
“It was on sale. I love the smell of leather—did I ever tell you that?—and this leather bag looked so cute. It was the right price, and—”
Heather sighed and tucked her file carefully into her portfolio. “Callie—”
“—it has a million pockets, Heather. Pockets, where things are stored, never to be found again.” Callie slumped further into her chair, trying to swallow past the shame that had settled rock solid in her throat. “What am I going to do? Aunt Bonnie needs me.”
“Look, Cal—”
“Do you think if I told the judge that spring is one of the busiest seasons of the year for our salon that he would pick another time? I mean, since I’m not a big-city crime boss and all.” She bit her lower lip. “This is an awful time to desert Aunt Bonnie.” Callie rubbed her aching temples. “Why don’t they just fine me or something?”
“This is how it’s done in Burrow, Callie.” A flicker of sympathy lit Heather’s eyes. A rare occurrence, indeed.
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