Love on Assignment
Magazine writer Elizabeth Anderson has sparred with newspaper reporter John Talbot for years. Though they cover similar stories, John thinks Elizabethâs writing is trivial, and she finds him too boastful. So when they must work together to investigate New York Cityâs worst tenement houses, theyâre surprised by the great team they make.
Boardinghouse Betrothals: Hearts taking shelterâand forging new beginnings
âI donât think Iâve ever told anyone about how lonely I was.â
John reached out and gently touched Elizabethâs cheek. Their eyes met, and the realization of how much she liked him scared Elizabeth into jumping up from the park bench.
âElizabeth. I didnât mean to upset you. Iââ
âYou didnât. Butââ She couldnât let him say he was sorry for the tender moment. She didnât want to hear that. âItâs just getting late, and we should get back.â
He stood from the bench, and she slipped her hand through his arm before they began their walk back.
âThank you for listening, John.â
âAnytime. I mean that, Elizabeth. Iâve opened up to you in ways I never have with anyone else.â
His words warmed Elizabethâs heart. This man whom sheâd sparred with for over a year had suddenly become the person she shared all her deepest hurts and fears with. He was truly her best friend. But now she wanted for more.
JANET LEE BARTON
was born in New Mexico and has lived all over the South, in Arkansas, Florida, Louisiana, Mississippi, Oklahoma and Texas. She loves researching and writing heartwarming stories about faith, family, friends and love. Janet loves being able to share her faith and love of the Lord through her writing. Sheâs very happy that the kind of romances the Lord has called her to write can be read and shared with women of all ages.
Janet and her husband now live in Oklahoma and are part of what they laughingly call their âGenerational Living Experimentâ with their daughter and her husband, two wonderful granddaughters and a shih tzu called Bella. The experiment has turned into quite an adventure, and so far, they think itâs working out just fine. When Janet isnât writing or reading, she loves to travel, cook, work in the garden and sew.
You can visit Janet at www.janetleebarton.com.
Debate thy cause with thy neighbor himself; and discover not a secret to another.
â Proverbs 25:9
To Dan for encouraging me every step of the way,
To Tina James for seeing the possibilities for this series, To Giselle Regus for helping to make this story better, To Tamela Hancock Murray for being such a great agent, & always to my Lord and Savior for showing me the way.
Chapter One
New York City
June 1896
John Talbot had barely reached the top step leading to Heaton House before Elizabeth Anderson rushed out the door and slammed into his chest. He reached out to steady her.
âWhoa there! Are you all right, Elizabeth?â
Her hazel eyes appeared a little dazed as she looked up at him and she seemed to be trying to catch the breath he was certain had been knocked out of her. He was nearly a foot taller than her and she was a trim woman. She had to be shaken by the collision. He felt a little breathless himself, looking down at her.
âElizabeth, are you all right?â he repeated, keeping a firm grip on her slender arms.
She gave a short nod and took several deep breaths before finally finding her voice. âIâm fine. I think.â
She looked fineâbetter than fine actually. Heâd never been quite this close to her, near enough to notice how thick and long her eyelashes were or how much green shot through her hazel eyes. âAre you sure?â
She gave a little nod.
âIâm sorry. I didnât expect you to come flying out the door that way.â
âI know. Itâs not your fault.â
âWhere are you off to in such a rush?â
âI just received a call from my aunt letting me know my father is in town and insisting I come to dinner. Iâm in a hurry.â
âWould you like me to accompany you?â Mrs. Heaton had a hard-and-fast rule that none of the women boarders were to be out alone after dark and that if necessary, one of the male boarders would accompany them.
She shook her head. âNo, thank you. Itâs still light out and Iâll be fine.â
She still looked a little bemused and he felt responsible. âDo you need me to come get you later?â