Little Matchmakers. Jennifer Greene

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      “Not sure of this?” he murmured.

      “You too? I’m afraid we’ve invited a disaster on each other.”

      “Yeah. I saw their expressions. Well … we’ll retrade around six-thirty?”

      “Sounds right. I’ll bring Paul earlier if there’s any problem or he wants to go home.” She lifted a hand.

      He got it, she wanted to touch-knuckles. They were, after all, in this project together. So he leaned forward to touch her knuckles, and again, she looked straight at him.

      Just like that, it happened again. A wildfire of emotion, torching through his veins. Need, coiling like a snake. Wanting, whispering like silk through his witless mind.

      If their sons would just go along with their crazy plan, he’d have chances to see her again. To be around her. To see if she ever peeled off that careful, friendly veneer for a man … or if she could be coaxed to.

      Dear Reader,

      I love writing stories about a man and a woman who are positive they couldn’t possibly end up together. She knows it can’t happen. He knows it can’t happen. But then comes love … and all their preconceptions are blown to smithereens.

      Although this kind of story is always fun … behind the scenes, I believe it touches on something very serious and true. There is no perfect time to fall in love—no convenient time to find the right mate. The more challenging the circumstances, the more two people have to conquer obstacles in their path, and the more tested and strong their love will be.

      In this case, I added two boys—partly because I love writing children characters—but also because kids are brilliant at throwing obstacles in their parent’s way. Of course, they think they’re helping …

      Hope you enjoy!

       Jennifer Greene

      www.jennifergreene.com

      About the Author

      JENNIFER GREENE lives near Lake Michigan with her husband and an assorted menagerie of pets. Michigan State University has honored her as an outstanding woman graduate for her work with women on campus. Jennifer has written more than seventy love stories, for which she has won numerous awards, including four RITA^® Awards from the Romance Writers of America and their Hall of Fame and Lifetime Achievement Awards.

      You’re welcome to contact Jennifer through her website at www.jennifergreene.com.

      Little

      Matchmakers

      Jennifer Greene

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      Chapter One

      Tucker MacKinnon took the sharp curves of Whisper Mountain at daredevil speeds. Typical of a June morning in South Carolina, the sun burned hotter than a bad temper and the humidity was claustrophobic.

      His mood was just as miserable.

      Anyone in the MacKinnon family could testify that Tucker had never owned a temper. He was the go-to guy in a tornado. He’d handled rattlers and black bears. Hell, he’d made a career of handling people no one else could get along with—kids with attitude, adults in trouble, personnel wars in small companies. Those challenges were downright fun. But not this.

      Nothing was fun about this.

      He braked for a stop sign at the base of the mountain, and then it was only a skip and a jump to the elementary school parking lot. His stomach immediately began pitching nerves. Today was the last day of school, as witnessed by the squalling behavior of honking cars and chattering parents. He had to scramble to find a parking spot. Kids were leaping and shrieking as they bounded out the door, free for the summer … except for the few hanging tight in the school entrance.

      Those few kids had been singled out. They weren’t allowed to get their report cards until a parent talked to their child’s teacher.

      Tucker’s ten-year-old son was one of those hovering in the doorway … until he spotted the familiar silver truck, and then he galloped straight for his dad. Will had his father’s genetic build, which pretty much meant he came out of the womb looking like a beanpole, long and lean. For certain he was the tallest kid in elementary school, but right now, his usually sun-brushed skin was pale, his first words gushing from a pent-up dam.

      “I didn’t do anything, Dad. Honest. Whatever Mrs. Riddle says, it wasn’t me. It couldn’t have been me. I don’t even know what it’s about.”

      “Hey.” Tucker cuffed an arm around his son’s neck. “Would you quit worrying? Whatever it is, we’ll fix it.”

      “I keep trying to think what I did wrong. I’ve been racking and racking my brain. I can’t always answer her questions, so maybe that’s it. But she never calls on me when I raise my hand. She only calls me when I don’t. I mean, how could she be mad at me about that?”

      Tucker had no idea why the infamous Mrs. Riddle had held back Will’s report card, but he was hoping—for her sake—that she had a damned good reason. He walked into the cool, dim hall, and felt his stomach churn another stress ball. Everyone in the MacKinnon family was a major academic achiever except for him. He’d never liked grade school. Or middle school. Come to think of it, he’d never liked school altogether—and schools had never much liked him. He was thirty-one now, of course. Only two things really mattered to him in life. His work on Whisper Mountain.

      And above everything else, a hundred times over, was his son.

      Mrs. Riddle had better not be unfairly picking on his son, or some major fur was going to fly.

      “How about if you just hang by your old locker? Stay inside where it’s cool. And you’ll be able to hear me if I call.”

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