âAs tempting as it is to take a little detour here with you, Iâm not going to.â
âYouâre not?â
âHereâs the thing,â Reed declared, using her exact terminology.
It occurred to Ruby that he was not a man of almosts. He wasnât almost tall or almost handsome or almost proud. He was all those things and more. Heâd drawn a line in the sand, and apparently he intended to make certain she knew exactly how far, how deep and how wide the line ran.
âThe baby you saw my brother carrying before lunch?â he said. âYou assumed Marsh is his father.â
She stood mute, waiting for him to continue.
âAre you telling me Marsh isnât Joeyâs father?â
âItâs possible he is.â Reedâs voice was deep, reverent almost, and extraordinarily serious. âBut itâs also possible I am.â
Surely Rubyâs dismay was written all over her face. But she didnât have it in her to care how she looked.
The baby sheâd seen before lunch was possibly Reedâs? Had she heard him correctly?
* * *
Round-the-Clock Brides:
Minute by minute ⦠hour by hour ⦠theyâll find true love.
Dear Reader,
When I was fifteen, my brother said, âThereâs a guy I want you to meet.â He was tall and olderâsixteen. Three years later I married him, and Iâve loved him, and a good wedding, ever since. Itâs not the walk down the aisle or even what happens after that walk is over, because letâs face it, a lot of hard things can happen later. What I love is the moment when two people promise to love one another forever. In that instant forever is possible; all good things are.
When I began writing my first book set in Orchard Hill, I didnât know it would launch a series called Round-the-Clock Brides. I only knew it would begin with a gift and end with a wedding. Halfway through The Wedding Gift I knew minor character Ruby OâToole would star in her own book one day.
A Bride by Summer is Rubyâs story. It begins with a chance encounter and ends with a promise: good things are going to happen.
Letâs all believeâ¦
Sandra
SANDRA STEFFEN has always been a storyteller. She began nurturing this hidden talent by concocting adventures for her brothers and sisters, even though the boys were more interested in her ability to hit a baseball over the barnâan automatic home run. She didnât begin her pursuit of publication until she was a young wife and mother of four sons. Since her thrilling debut as a published author in 1992, more than thirty-five of her novels have graced bookshelves across the country.
This winner of a RITA>® Award, a Wish Award and a National Readersâ Choice Award enjoys traveling with her husband. Usually their destinations are settings for her upcoming books. They are empty nesters these days. Who knew it could be so much fun? Please visit her at www.sandrasteffen.com.
For my beloved brothers, Ron and Dave.
Every girl should have a big brother. I was lucky enough, and so blessed, to have two.
Chapter One
Reed Sullivan wasnât an easy man to read.
Not that the two women waiting in line behind him at the drugstore in Orchard Hill werenât trying. In the security camera on the wall he saw one nudge the other before motioning to the small carton heâd pushed across the counter. The pharmacy tech held any outward display of curiosity to a discreet lift of her eyebrows as she dropped his purchase into a white paper bag.
Apparently men didnât buy paternity test kits here every day.
He didnât begrudge any of them their curiosity. Most of the time he appreciated that particular trait inherent in most women almost as much as he enjoyed the way they could change the atmosphere in a room just by entering it. He had a deep respect for women, enjoyed spending time with them, was intrigued by them and appreciated them on so many levels. He did not leave birth control to chance. And yet here he was, making a purchase heâd never imagined he would need to make.
He paid with cash, pocketed his change and left the store, by all outward appearances as cool, calm and confident as heâd been when heâd entered. Out in the parking lot, a bead of sweat trickled down his neck and under the collar of his shirt.
Reed understood profit margins and the challenges of zoning issues. Those things always made sense in the end. This was different. Nothing about this situation made sense. Gnawing worry had jolted him awake at 4:00 a.m. It didnât require great insight to understand the cause. It all centered around the innocent baby he and his brothers had discovered on their doorstep ten days ago.
The very idea that someone would abandon a baby in such a way in this day and age was ludicrous. And yet there the baby had been, unbelievably tiny and undeniably alone. Reed, Marsh and Noah were all confirmed bachelors and hadnât known the first thing about caring for a baby, but theyâd picked the crying infant up and discovered a note.