He’d do anything for his son…including
returning to the town he left behind.
Valentine Bay’s the perfect place for real estate developer Roman Marek to raise his infant son. But when he snaps up the charming local theater, he doesn’t bargain for tempestuous director Hailey Bravo. Hailey won’t let Roman wreck the thing she holds most dear—and she’s certainly gotten under Roman’s notoriously thick skin. As the duo spar and sparks fly, Roman’s surprised to find that Hailey’s the perfect missing piece for his family. But how can he convince her that this partnership’s for keeps?
Valentine Bay’s the perfect place for real estate developer Roman Marek to raise his infant son. But when he snaps up the charming local theater, he doesn’t bargain for tempestuous director Hailey Bravo. Hailey won’t let Roman wreck the thing she holds most dear—and she’s certainly gotten under Roman’s notoriously thick skin. As the duo spar and sparks fly, Roman’s surprised to find that Hailey’s the perfect missing piece for his family. But how can he convince her that this partnership’s for keeps?
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When she arrived at the fish place on Ocean Road, Roman
was waiting outside for her, leaning against a sleek black sports car—the
famous one made in Italy, with doors that opened upward, like wings.
“This car,” she said, shaking her head, trailing a finger
along the gleaming hood. “You’d better write the arts council a check, Roman
Marek.”
He put his hand to his broad, hard chest, right over his
heart. “You have my solemn word on that.”
They went inside. The food was excellent, as always, and
being with Roman was easy and fun. Even the silences were comfortable. He said
he’d moved back to town from Las Vegas and bought a house on Treasure Cove
Circle. Hailey knew the house. It was a mansion nestled in its own private
oceanfront reserve, surrounded by beautiful old-growth forest, overlooking a
secluded stretch of beach.
“I want to see you again,” he said as he walked her back
out to her car. She gave him her number and when he gathered her close, she
didn’t resist.
The kiss was just right, a tender, sweet
getting-to-know-you kind of kiss. His lips felt so good brushing against her
own, and excitement sizzled through her. They both pulled back slowly and just
stood there at the driver’s door of her Kia Sportage, grinning at each other
for a long string of lovely seconds.
“See you soon,” he said as he pulled open the driver’s
door for her.
She climbed in and he shut the door. Then he stood there,
the afternoon sun gleaming on his dark brown hair, as she backed from the
parking space and drove away.
For the rest of the day, Hailey felt like the living,
breathing representation of some old romantic song. She walked on air and
danced on clouds. She’d met a guy she wanted to see again. That hadn’t happened
since Nathan.
She couldn’t stop smiling as she sat at the kitchen table
in the family cottage she shared with Harper and worked on her plans for the
Christmas show—which desperately needed an actual name. Later in the afternoon,
she was back at the theater, greeting the parents as they dropped off their
children for Fall Revue rehearsals.
It was the usual circus, corralling all the kids, giving
them instructions that they immediately forgot. There was some pushing and one
of the little girls cried. Hailey consoled and coaxed and loved every minute of
it—she always did. But somehow, more so today.
Because she kind of had butterflies over Roman Marek, and
for three long years she’d honestly believed that all her butterflies had
shriveled up and died.
About the Author
A New York Times bestselling
author, Christine Rimmer has written over ninety contemporary romances for
Harlequin Books. Christine has won the Romantic Times BOOKreviews Reviewers
Choice Award and has been nominated six times for the RITA Award. She lives in
Oregon with her family. Visit Christine at http://www.christinerimmer.com.
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