She gave her head a tiny shake. “I blamed everyone else for what was wrong with my life. For my dismal little apartment and my boring job. For having to put off my dreams. For not writing my stories. But it was only me standing in my way.” She released a sad little laugh. “Wasn’t it?”
He kissed her with all the tenderness his heart possessed, hoping beyond hope that she would understand how much she was cherished, how important she was in his life. He would move heaven and earth to make her happy—if she would give him the chance.
When their lips parted, Shayla looked into his eyes for the longest time. So long, he thought he couldn’t bear it. And then she smiled.
“Take me to Paradise, cowboy. Take me home.”
W
hile the deputies placed handcuffs on Mitchell Jones in the glow of the spinning red lights atop the police car, Chet pulled True into his arms.
“So help me, woman, if you ever cause me this much trouble again…”
He didn’t finish the threat. He didn’t have to.
“Cowboy…” She smiled that unapologetic smile that was True’s alone. “I plan to cause you nothing but trouble from here on out, and you know it.”
Yeah, he knew it. And he didn’t care. He wanted whatever kind of trouble she dished out. In fact, he would welcome it.
He kissed her. He wanted word to spread across Eden Valley like a grass fire: True Barry belonged to Chet Morrison.
And the next guy to forget it would wish he was sitting in a prison cell next to Mr. Jones.
Shayla lifted the last sheet of paper out of the printer tray and stared at it.
“The end,” she whispered, then grinned. “I made it.”
She wanted to shout, but it was two in the morning and she didn’t want to wake the twins.
“Time to celebrate?”
At the sound of Ian’s voice, Shayla swiveled her chair around. Her husband stood in the doorway.
“How did you know?”
He shrugged. “I had a feeling you would wrap it up tonight.” He smiled at her. “So how did it turn out?”
“Mystery solved. Bad guy in jail. Chet gets the girl.”
“Lucky Chet.”
She returned his smile. “There’s a lot of editing to do before I can ship it to New York, and only three days to do it in.”
“I’ve got faith in you, sweetheart. You’ll get it done in time.”
He closed the door to her office with his heel and crossed the room to her desk. “I’d like to kiss the author of
Trouble in Eden,
if that’s all right with her. After all, I’ve never kissed a novelist before.”
She rose from her chair and slipped into his embrace, snuggling close to her husband of twenty days. “Go ahead. Kiss the novelist, Mr. O’Connell. She’s waiting.”
“Glad to oblige, ma’am.”
His kiss told her that she was loved, cherished, beautiful, and special in his eyes. He believed in her and made her believe in herself.
True Barry would be fortunate if she was even half as happy in Eden as Shayla O’Connell was in Paradise.
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TROUBLE IN PARADISE
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