Have a Little Faith (17 page)

“Nothing has to change, Alex.”

Her eyes filled. She threw herself against him and held on tightly. “Do you mean it?”

“Of course I do.” He hugged her to him. “We’d have to travel
some
. But
I have my penthouse in L.A
. Otherwise we can live right here.”

“I can’t believe it. Can we really do it?”

“Have a little faith, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I do. I love you, so much.” When she wrapped her arms around him, his heart simply soared.

“I guess now would be a good time to mention that I love you, too.”

She laughed and found his mouth with hers.
Her prayers she hadn’t put into words were being answered. Her dreams were coming true before she could dream them. And everything was falling into place. He’d told her to have a little faith, and she did.

Elizabeth Faith Tanner was born eight months later.

A
uthor, Kadi Dillon was born and raised in a small town in Oklahoma. She comes from a big family who made following her dream easy. As a writer, Kadi creates romance and romantic suspense stories with real and inspiring characters.
She still lives close to home with her husband and two boys.

Novellas by Kadi Dillon

Have a Little Faith
(2011)

Storm Warning
(2011)

Excerpt from
Storm Warning
by Kadi Dillon

“Look,” she said, straining for patience. Did he actually believe they were pals? “I understand we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. You may be under the impression that I like you. But I don’t.”

He smirked and that just grated her more. “I know exactly what you feel for me.” His gaze swept down the length of her body. “I felt it last night while we danced.”

Her cheeks heated and she clenched her fists behind her back.

“Listen,” she said between her teeth. “I feel nothing more than resentment and annoyance for you. You better remember that while you’re on your little vacation. You may also want to remember that I’m in charge and you will stay out of my way.”

“What’s really eating at you, Tory?” He closed the space between them.

“You are. This is my chase.”

“What are you chasing exactly?” He skimmed his finger down her bruised cheek.

She stiffened because she refused to shrink away. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. She pinned him with a glare, willing looks to kill.

“Storms, Mr. Wills. Surely you knew that before you weaseled your way on to my team.”

He flattened his hand on her face and brought his other hand to her back. He pulled her up against him and brought his face mere inches form hers. She held her breath.

“You’ll get a storm, Tory. You’ll get one hell of a storm before this is over.” He whispered it close, his breath sending chills throughout her entire body. “Why are you shaking?”

“I’m not.”

For the first time, Tory noticed their surroundings. Apart from the open door, the room was lowly lit, casting shadows throughout the room. It smelt purely of male. The sheets he’d slept in
were disheveled and she just knew they carried his scent. Some may have found it all romantic. Tory found it infuriating.

Grey eyes seared into hers and she knew. She would get one hell of a storm. She shook her head to clear it and stepped back out of his range. “Trucks leave in twenty minutes, Mr.—”

“Gabe.”

“Twenty minutes. Be ready or you’ll be sticking out your thumb.” With that, she swept out of the room.

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