Where You Least Expect It. Tori Carrington
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“Is everything okay?” Aidan leaned forward to try to capture Penelope’s gaze.
She smiled, but there was no happiness there. “Sure. Why wouldn’t it be?”
“It’s just that you got awfully quiet there for a moment.”
“I was just thinking….”
What? What had she been thinking? Aidan refused to speak the question aloud, but he found he was curious about Penelope in a way he hadn’t been curious about a woman in a long time. He was filled with a desire to reach out and touch her, to urge out whatever it was she was holding in her mind…in her heart.
He found himself reaching out to cup her chin. Just a gentle play of his fingertips up along the delicate line of her jaw. So soft. He wanted to assure her that everything would be okay.
She blinked those big dark eyes, appearing startled yet curious as her tongue darted out to moisten her lips.
Lips Aidan wanted more than anything to kiss. And in the next instant, he was doing just that….
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All the best,
Gail Chasan
Senior Editor
Where You Least Expect It
Tori Carrington
We warmly dedicate this book to Terri and Mike Medeiros, Brenda and Jim Chin, Leslie and Bruce Kelly, Christine and Richard Feehan and couples everywhere who have found love where they least expected it. You inspire us….
TORI CARRINGTON
is the pseudonym of award-winning husband-and-wife writing team Lori and Tony Karayianni. Twisting the old adage “life is stranger than fiction,” they describe their lives as being “better than fiction.” Since romance plays such a large role in their personal lives, it’s only natural that romance fiction is what they would choose to write in their professional lives. Along with their four cats, they call Toledo, Ohio, home, but travel “home” to Greece as often as possible.
This prolific writing duo also writes for Harlequin Temptation and Harlequin Blaze under the Tori Carrington pseudonym. Lori and Tony love to hear from readers. Write to them at P.O. Box 12271, Toledo, OH 43612 for an autographed bookplate, or visit them on the Web at www.toricarrington.com, www.specialauthors.com or www.eHarlequin.com.
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
Epilogue
Chapter One
Summer always had a way of making Penelope Moon itch. Maybe it was the heat. On this muggy, late-June morning, at just before eight, it was definitely hot. And it would only get hotter as the day went on.
She tugged on Maximus’s leash while they walked down Main Street in downtown Old Orchard. The setter and Great Dane mix pulled back, nearly jerking her out of her practical sandals. She pulled tighter, smiling at Old Man Jake who was sweeping the sidewalk in front of his General Store. He gave her the same wary look he always gave her.
No, it wasn’t the heat. Well, it was and it wasn’t. Something else was to blame for the way she seemed to come alive in the summer, making her want to shuck her clothes and go skinny-dipping, an outrageous act that she would never give thought to at any other time of the year, in the Old Valley River near her grandmother’s house. And that had nothing whatsoever to do with the weather in northwest Ohio.
Perhaps it was the extremeness of summer. The heat seemed to amplify every emotion, pump up the volume of sounds, make smells more intense, colors more vivid, overwhelming the senses.
Then again, maybe it was because she was a winter baby and the polar opposite, summer, mystified her.
“Max!” she whispered to the mammoth, untrained dog as he stopped in Lucas Circle in front of a half-barrel planted with red impatiens and started to lift his leg.
Penelope Moon was twenty-four, unmarried in a family with a history of unmarried women, and had taken over her grandmother’s New Age bookstore five years ago. Back then, though, it hadn’t been a bookstore but rather a general herb shop called Potions and Spells. To be fair, the herbs still sold better than the books, but somehow “Bookstore” in the name lent the shop a more suitable air and encouraged more foot traffic, no matter the customers’ preferences.
Penelope still lived in the same house she’d grown up in, accepted that she would always be looked on as peculiar by the town, and appreciated every moment she stood above ground rather than lay buried in it. Heat and uneasiness aside, this morning pretty much resembled every other morning of her adult life. She got up just before dawn, made herself a cup of ginseng tea, watched the sunrise while sitting on the front porch of the old house she shared with her grandmother just outside of town. Then she put Maximus’s leash on and walked the two miles to open the bookstore in downtown Old Orchard, where she would spend the next eight hours before heading back home to help her grandmother