Maggie's husband is dead and she can't escape the circumstances surrounding his death. Grief and guilt are around every corner. Can Brodan remind her of the strength of love or will she lose all chances at happiness?
Maggie Lachlan is struggling to get over the death of her husband. After being overcome by emotion during a shift in the E.R., she's suspended indefinitely. Making things worse, she needs a place to stay after the quick sale of the house she shared with her late husband.
Fortunately, her friend Ryan Stewart offers her a room while she gets her life in order, much to the chagrin of his brother and housemate, Brodan Steele. Brodan doesn't want to like Maggie, not when he questions Ryan’s feelings for her.. But it's hard to deny the attraction he feels for her when she's sleeping under the same roof.
Being so close to Brodan awakens something in Maggie, something she never felt during her marriage. But as long as she's haunted by the past, she can't open herself up to the future...
Excerpt
Fortunately for me, Ryan’s gossipy side gave me what I wanted. “Brodan had to go to one of the sites today to help out. His manager’s wife went into labor last night and called in his paternity leave this morning about three.”
“Site?” I had no idea what he was talking about. I didn’t think Brodan worked. I’d just assumed he rode his “ranch.”
“Yeah.” Ryan’s words slipped out around his bites. He had a horrible way of talking with his mouth full. He swallowed. “I told you about his companies, didn’t I?”
I stared blankly at him.
Ryan continued. “Well, anyway, the company his dad left him was a logging company. Brodan developed it far and above what his dad had ever done with it. He has sites in so many areas. He’s lucky the one they needed him at today was within driving distance.” Ryan wiped his milk mustache away with his hand. “Do you like him?”
I don’t know why the brothers had the power to surprise me. From out of nowhere, Ryan asked me how I felt about Brodan. At least Brodan had a lead-in. Ryan just asked out of the blue.
Swirling my spoon in the small container, I avoided his gaze.
“Ah, say no more.” He seemed all-knowing, his sigh filled with longing and loss.
“But I didn’t say anything.”
“You don’t need to. It’s all over your face.” Ryan picked up his bowl and polished off the milk. After he set it down, he turned to face me, determination in his stance.
“Is that not okay that I like him? You and I can still be friends.” I scraped the last of the yogurt from its cup and forced nonchalance into my tone.
Forced to put the schooner Heimdall into dry-dock for repairs and modifications, the crew chooses to holiday in Southern Utah so they can rendezvous with the Professor, a brilliant confidant from Rabat. What he shares at the summit stuns the crew and
