His Wife. Muriel Jensen

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      “I want to see you again,” Sawyer said

      Sophie expelled a little sigh that seemed to be one of relief. “So you’re not finding it hard to be around me?” she asked.

      Sawyer had to repeat that to himself. “Hard?” he asked.

      “Yes,” she said. “If I were any other woman, you could kiss me now and not worry about whether I’d scream or tremble or push you away.”

      Her candor made him grin. “Actually, I get a lot of that anyway.”

      She elbowed him in the arm. He loved the way she did that. “You do not. I hear that women love you. So do children.”

      He pushed at the car door, thinking he couldn’t take too much more of this. She was studying him with a sweet look that was still mildly wary, for all her speculation on how she’d react if he kissed her.

      “I have to go,” he said quickly. He got out of her car and walked around to his, only to find her standing in front of his door.

      Her mind was replaying bright images of Sawyer holding her in the office, memories of how it felt when a man’s muscles were used to comfort rather than hurt.

      “Sophie…” he warned.

      Dear Reader,

      When I began this book I thought I didn’t understand daredevils, but I created one in Sawyer Abbott anyway because I know readers love them. Life is such a gift that it seems criminal to me to risk it for anything less than saving another life.

      And then it occurred to me that’s what we do when we love each other. We save each other. Love is the biggest risk a man or woman can take, and there’s no fire suit, no safety net, no 911 responder to protect you from disaster. Love is an openhearted, pull-out-all-the-stops gamble that whatever draws you to someone will grow into the stuff that lasts a lifetime.

      As all writers do, I shape a character and send him or her in a certain direction, but what he or she decides to do is really up to that character. When Sawyer decided to love Sophie despite a dark secret, and to love her three creative children, I realized I knew him pretty well. And I fell in love with him myself. I hope you will, too.

      Sincerely,

      Muriel Jensen

      P.O. Box 1168

      Astoria, Oregon 97103

      Books by Muriel Jensen

      HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE

      866—FATHER FOUND

      882—DADDY TO BE DETERMINED

      953—JACKPOT BABY*

      965—THAT SUMMER IN MAINE

      1020—HIS BABY**

      His Wife

      Muriel Jensen