Surprise is an understatement for Sheriff Reed Larkin when he finds out his childhood sweetheart has returned home. After all these years Paige Keenan's smile can still make his heart ache. But what's the secret he can see in her whiskey-colored eyes?
There's a little baby growing inside Paige, and it needs all the love and care she can give. In Reed's strong, protective arms she knows that both she and her baby will be safe. Dare Paige dream that they could one day become a family?
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May 08, 2007
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Excerpt from The Sheriff's Pregnant Wife by Patricia Thayer
Paige Keenan needed to make a career change.And soon.
She could no longer live in Denver, not with a chance of running into--her past. Pushing aside the bad thoughts, she peered in the window of the empty brick storefront with the For Rent sign.
Although the light was dim, she could see hardwood floors, and ornate door moldings and trim that was characteristic of a 1916 building.
Intrigued, she tried the large brass knob. Surprisingly it turned and she pushed open the solid oak door.
"Hello," she called and her voice echoed back. "Is anyone here?" Stepping into the long, narrow room, she looked around. All at once she could picture the space as hers. A reception area adorned with oriental rugs and ferns and farther back a divider, separating the space for her private office.
Her excitement increased as she continued her search. It had always been her dream to one day have her own practice, but she'd gotten sidetracked with the excitement of working for the D.A. Suddenly her vision seemed to be more of a possibility--no, a necessity for survival.
Could moving back to Destiny be the answer to her situation?
In the back of the space, Paige found a storage room and another door. She tugged on the brass knob and it opened to a staircase. When she flipped the switch, a single light went on overhead, and she climbed creaking steps to a large musty-smelling room. Scarred hardwood covered the floors, and a tiny kitchen was tucked in the corner. Chipped cabinets hung open, displaying leftover canned goods from the last tenant. She was drawn to a bank of windows and a long, built-in bench beneath them. On the opposite wall another door led to a bedroom and small bathroom. Everything needed a good cleaning, and some paint.
She returned to the main room. It would take a lot of work, but she could make this livable. A shadow fell over the already dim room and through the windows she noticed dark clouds blocking the sun from the small Colorado mountain town. The wind picked up and it began to rain. Lightning flashed across the sky and seconds later the crash of thunder followed.
Paige turned to leave and noticed a man standing in the shadows of the staircase. She let out a gasp and her heart pounded in her chest. Another flash across the sky illuminated the gun he was holding.
"Sheriff," he announced. "Stay where you are ." Paige felt the blood drain from her face as he stepped into the light wearing a khaki shirt and a silver badge. Then a familiar face came into view.
"Reed--" she whispered weakly. She tried to smile, but suddenly everything went spinning and her body began to crumple.
Reed Larkin holstered his gun and rushed to the woman just in time to catch her in his arms.
Not just any woman, but Paige Keenan.
Gently he lowered her to the floor, cradling her in his arms. Her silky brown hair fell away from her flawless, but pale face. He placed his fingers against her neck to find her racing pulse.
"Great job, man, you nearly scared her to death. Paige--" He cupped her cheek. The softness of her skin was nearly his undoing. He knew under her lids were those whiskey-colored eyes that had haunted his dreams for years. His gaze moved to her oval face--the straight nose lightly dusted with freckles, the tiny cleft in her chin. A beautiful package. His attention rested on her full mouth as he recalled how she had tasted--
It had been nearly ten years since he'd last seen her, but he'd never been able to shake the feelings she evoked in him. His pulse went into overdrive, his palms began to sweat. Damn, it was like high school all over again.