Say It with Roses. Devon Vaughn Archer

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      Chapter 1

      Madison Wagner could hardly believe that she was living in Portland, Oregon. Yet here she was, for two weeks now, occupying a very nice town house in a parklike setting that overlooked the Willamette River with a lovely view of Mount Hood. The place had all the modern amenities and an open floor plan, and it fit her rustic furnishings perfectly. After relocating from Houston, Texas, she had taken a job as a senior book reviewer and columnist for an upscale magazine called Rose Petals that was a play on the city’s nickname of the Rose City. Though part of her would always consider Houston home, the better part of Madison was delighted to have a chance for a fresh start at age thirty. After being stung by an ex who basically left her at the altar three years ago, she definitely wanted out of Texas. She hoped to someday find that perfect man but would definitely proceed very carefully down that road.

      It was a Saturday morning in early December, and Madison put on her helmet and got on her bicycle for some exercise. It seemed as though practically everyone in town rode their bicycles to stay fit and cut down on the costs of driving.

      No sooner had Madison started up a hill surrounded by Douglas firs when she heard her name being called. She looked over her shoulder and saw Stuart Kendall. He was a big-time author who also happened to be the brother of her onetime friend Holly, now engaged to Madison’s ex-fiancé. Madison had been devastated when she’d found out that Holly had started dating her ex-fiancé, and the two hadn’t been close since.

      The situation made things awkward between her and Stuart, to say the least. Of course, he was loyal to his sister, as he should be. But she still didn’t feel it was a good idea to get too friendly with Stuart, even if he was one of the few people she knew in town. She had video-chatted with him once when things were tight between her and Holly, and he had also phoned when she first arrived in Portland, in what she assumed was just a courtesy call. The call had lasted all of two minutes; she could hear his two kids in the background and decided she should cut it short.

      Stuart was on his bicycle and barreling toward her at breakneck speed as she continued up the hill. For a moment, she actually thought he might run into her, but then he slowed down.

      “I thought that was you,” he said. A crooked smile played on his handsome walnut-colored face. He was wearing a helmet and colorful bicycling attire.

      “Yes, it’s me,” she said tersely, taking a breath.

      “So you obviously live around here then,” he said.

      She nodded. “I guess you do, too.”

      “Yeah, just a few blocks away,” he said, pointing his sable eyes toward some luxurious old homes.

      “I’m just down the hill,” she told him.

      * * *

      Stuart Kendall glanced at the row of new townhomes, guessing she lived in one of them. His sister Holly had told him that her ex-friend was relocating to Portland. Given the delicate situation between her and Madison, he thought the move was probably a good idea.

      He gave Madison a quick appraisal. She was hot, even if the chilly-weather clothing kept him from getting a good look at her body. He liked her butterscotch-colored complexion, soft brown eyes and long curly hair beneath the helmet. Yes, she had a beauty that would get any man to look twice.

      Madison kept riding and he stayed with her. “So have you been riding long?” he asked. “Or did you take up the sport to fit in with our lifestyle?”

      She rolled her eyes at him. “I think people across the country enjoy riding bikes just as much as Oregonians,” she said stiffly. “And, yes, I have been riding for most of my life.”

      He cocked a brow. “That’s good to hear.” Was it just him or was she giving him the cold shoulder? “I ride with my daughters whenever I can,” he told her. “If you need someone to partner with sometime, just let me know....”

      “I will,” she said, then quickly added, “but I prefer to ride by myself and take the time to think about my day.”

      “No problem,” Stuart said in a measured tone. Actually there was a problem, but not on his end. Still, he had to respect the lady’s wishes to be left alone, even if he was merely trying to be hospitable to a new resident. “Guess I’ll see you around then.”

      She forced a smile. “Sure, see you later.”

      * * *

      Madison watched him veer off in the opposite direction. She hoped he didn’t take her unfriendliness personally. It was just the way it had to be. At least till she had time to gain her bearings in Portland and put more distance between her and the past.

      She continued pedaling, feeling weariness in her legs but determined to keep going.

      * * *

      Stuart caught up with his best friend and successful musician, Chad Schmidt. The two frequently went cycling and shot hoops together. They met the same year Stuart’s wife left him. Chad, who had lost his wife to cancer a few years earlier, was someone Stuart had been able to lean on in his time of need.

      “What’s up, man?” Chad asked, sitting on his bike. His brown Rastafarian locks bounced atop his broad shoulders.

      “I’m good,” Stuart said as they tapped knuckles.

      “So who was that chick I saw you talking to?”

      “Just someone who wants to be left alone.”

      Chad chuckled. “Man, you must be losing your touch.”

      “I lost that when Fawn left me,” Stuart grumbled.

      “I doubt it,” Chad said. “Just because you’re choosing to lay low on the dating scene right now doesn’t mean the ladies wouldn’t line up in droves to go out with you. And not only because you’re a great writer, though СКАЧАТЬ