Miss February Bret Haverston is flash enough to date centerfold models — Miss January to be specific. What could he possibly want with ordinary, size fourteen Callie Stamos? But what Callie doesn't know is that Bret is ready for more. He's ready for Miss February. Seven years ago, in high school, Bret asked Callie to the Valentine's Day Dance. Seven years ago, she turned him down. And for seven years, he's waited for a second chance at the girl who got away. Bret's not taking any more chances on Callie's love. He'll lie if he has to, cheat all the fates and steal her away for a romantic weekend — then tie her down if that's what it takes. One way or another, Bret's going to live out his long-awaited fantasy. And at the end of this Valentine's Day, he's marrying his Miss February. |
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Excerpt “Do me a favor?” His voice was a rich, deep rumble. She smiled into the phone, savoring the sound of that voice. “Anything,” she answered automatically, knowing he would expect it and figuring she had a rough idea of what he would request. Her divorce had just been finalized and he could probably tell she was feeling low. He’d probably say something sweet and corny like “keep your head up, beautiful”. Bret was like that. She shook her head. Bret alone of all her friends had advised her against marrying Richard. Everyone else, including her entire family, had congratulated her on her engagement as though she’d scored a major coup. She, herself, had thought she’d never get a better offer—never get another offer for that matter. Her marriage to Richard had been a mistake from the start. She hadn’t loved him—there’d always been something missing. “Spend the weekend in Hawaii with me.” She almost dropped the phone. There were a few moments of silence while she waited for him to follow this with some kind of punch line. “Come on, Callie,” he pleaded with the laughing, wheedling tone he’d been using on her since they were kids. “I won a free trip at the office Christmas party.” She heard some papers rustle in the background. “All expense paid Valentine’s Weekend in Hawaii…for two.” “I don’t know, Bret,” she said in a voice that probably revealed just how low she was feeling. Normally, she was a sucker for Bret’s charm. “You’d be doing me a big favor,” he said, haltingly. “You see… I didn’t want to tell you…but I was in an accident a few weeks ago—” “Bret! Are you all right?” “Yeah. Yeah. For the most part. Just banged up, really. I was wearing my seatbelt. But the doctor put me on a bunch of medication and I can’t…I can’t…raise-my-arms-above- my-shoulders,” he said, in a rush. “No!” Her uncle had been placed under the same restriction just after his heart surgery. “Bret! That sounds serious. That sounds like your heart.” There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “It could be my heart. Anyhow,” he continued, “I was thinking…all that sun, all that sand and no one to help me with my suntan lotion. A guy could get burned!” She thought about Bret—his warm, dark complexion—and decided that was unlikely. “What about Cheryl?” “Cheryl was months ago, Callie.” “What about whoever replaced Cheryl,” she laughed stubbornly. She thought she heard him wince. “I thought it would be more fun to make this trip with a friend.” “On a romantic Valentine’s weekend!?” “Yeah.” “Take Scott then,” she said, referring to her twin brother. “On a romantic Valentine’s weekend?” he threw back with a laugh. “Scott applying my suntan lotion? That doesn’t work for me. Come on, Callie. I’ve been online and seen a picture of the cottage. There are two huge beds. There’s at least two feet between them. So what do you say, sweetheart?” He was giving her his best persuasive tones. “Errm.” “Thanks, Callie. You’re a good sport. There’ll be an e-ticket waiting for you at Dallas Airport. My flight from Boston lands an hour before yours… I love you, Callie.” “I love you, too.” |
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