“Do we really have to talk about your sister and my brother?”
Nick smiled at Joy. “I’d much rather talk about you.”
“There’s nothing about me to talk about.” Joy turned back to the counter.
“We could talk about whether you’ve been affected by the sun or any full moons since I’ve been gone.”
Joy’s face flushed deep red. Was he intentionally trying to embarrass her by bringing up that longago kiss?
Dear Reader,
This month Silhouette Romance has six irresistible novels for you, starting with our FABULOUS FATHERS selection, Mad for the Dad by Terry Essig. When a sexy single man becomes an instant dad to a toddler, the independent divorcée next door offers parenthood lessons—only to dream of marriage and motherhood all over again!
In Having Gabriel’s Baby by Kristin Morgan, our BUNDLES OF JOY book, a fleeting night of passion with a handsome, brooding rancher leaves Joelle in the family way—and the dad-to-be insisting on a marriage of convenience for the sake of the baby….
Years ago Julie had been too young for the dashing man of her dreams. Now he’s back in town, and Julie’s still hoping he’ll make her his bride in New Year’s Wife by Linda Varner, part of her miniseries HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS.
What’s a man to do when he has no interest in marriage but is having trouble resisting the lovely, warm and wonderful woman in his life? Get those cold feet to the nearest wedding chapel in Family Addition by Rebecca Daniels.
In About That Kiss by Jayne Addison, Joy Mackey, sister of the bride, is sure her sis’s ex-fiancé has returned to sabotage the wedding. But his intention is to walk down the aisle with Joy!
And finally, when a woman shows up on a bachelor doctor’s doorstep with a baby that looks just like him, everyone in town mistakenly thinks the tiny tot is his in Christine Scott’s Groom on the Loose.
Enjoy!
Melissa Senate, Senior Editor
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Joy Mackey squared her slim shoulders and brought her hand up to knock on Nick Tremain’s apartment door. But she didn’t knock. Instead she fanned herself with her hand. She felt very warm, though it wasn’t particularly hot for Long Island in July, no more than eighty degrees and not at all humid yet at nine o’clock in the morning. The heat she was feeling had nothing to do with the temperature. She was about to do something she knew she probably shouldn’t be doing. Not that it was going to stop her from doing it.
Joy drew in a deep breath, then turned on her heels in a complete about-face. She walked four straight steps away from the door. Then two more steps right to the outdoor railing of his third-story, motel-style unit. She’d carefully planned what she was going to say on the drive over from Greenport. Now she couldn’t remember her great opening line.
“Hi, Nick…” Joy practiced, going for a breezy tone.
“Hi, Joy,” Nick replied, as he opened his front door.
Surprised, Joy spun around to face him. “Hi, Nick,” Joy repeated, still startled.
“Hi, again.” Nick closed the door behind him and stood with her in the covered walkway that was open to the elements.
Joy had recovered her composure sufficiently to deliver what she considered her friendliest smile. “Are you going somewhere?” She took note of his white T-shirt lauding the New York Jets, blue jean cutoffs with white strings dangling onto his rugged thighs. His bare feet were in well-worn sneakers and set wide apart at the moment.
“A walk on the beach.” His blue eyes made a quick trip over her own casual attire. But they lingered on her bare legs, she noticed.
“Okay,” Joy said brightly, matching his stride as he headed for the stairs.
“I suppose that means you’re coming with me,” Nick stated.
“Yes.” Joy stuck her chin out stubbornly.
“Did Diana send you?”
“No. My sister did not send me.”
“Does she know you’re here?”
“No.” Joy shook her head emphatically, gesturing flamboyantly with both her hands. “I’m here on my own.”
Frowning, Nick said, “Let me tell you right now, I don’t want to talk about it.”
Joy gritted her teeth. “I’ll talk. You just have to listen.”
“I don’t suppose you’re going to give me any choice.”
Since he obviously knew what she was here for, Joy launched right in. “I can’t believe how ridiculous the two of you are being. You and Diana love each other. There has to be a way for you to work this out. No one decides to get married and then breaks up in the same day.”