When Mr. Wrong Is Mr. Right
A woman in a manâs world, firefighter Vee Bishop has to be tough as nails. Sheâs developed a hard shell that no one can penetrate. But Veeâs online friend BJ sees her softer side. BJ seems so kind and caringâjust the opposite of Ben Atwood. Her annoying coworker has trampled expectations all over town, or so rumor has it. Turns out, once she agrees to give Ben a fair shot, heâs surprisingly vulnerable. As Vee prepares to make a difficult choice, an unexpected twist shows that love is always one step ahead.
Ben might look like a tough guy on the outside, but he had a sensitive side.
He was sweet. And perceptive. Almost like BJ.
Vee almost choked on her sip of coffee. Ben couldnât possibly be half the man BJ was, nor would he ever be. She jammed that frequency of thinking before it could be broadcast any farther.
Of course she was thankful for Benâs help. Heâd been there to rescue her earlier, with his big old tow truck and amiable half grin. And now he was being nice to her father, which was a big plus in her book.
But the feelings she was experiencingâthose couldnât be more than mismatched forms of gratitude, could they? She didnât even like Ben.
He might be acting nice today, but not all that long ago heâd broken her best friendâs heart.
BJ wasnât like that. That was good enough for her.
Or was it?
DEB KASTNER
lives and writes in colorful Colorado with the Front Range of the Rocky Mountains for inspiration. She loves writing for Love Inspired Books, where she can write about her two favorite thingsâfaith and love. Her characters range from upbeat and humorous to (her favorite) dark and broody heroes. Her plots fall anywhere in between, from a playful romp to the deeply emotional. Debâs books have been twice nominated for the RT Book Reviews Reviewerâs Choice Award for Best Book of the Year for Love Inspired. Deb and her husband share their home with their two youngest daughters. Deb is thrilled about the newest member of the familyâher first granddaughter, Isabella. What fun to be a granny! Deb loves to hear from her readers. You can contact her by email at [email protected], or on her MySpace or Facebook pages.
You are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do they light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.
âMatthew 5:14â16
To my grandchildren, Izzie and Anthony.
My heart âbeepsâ for you both.
Chapter One
Dear Veronica Jayne,
I canât believe we have less than two months until our online Spanish class is finished. Have you given any more thought to picking a mission organization? We need to get our applications in soon. Iâve been seeking the Lordâs will on it, but Iâll admit Iâm dragging my heels a little bit until I know for sure where you are planning to go.
Speaking of our Spanish class, we need to start thinking about how to wrap up our team project. Your idea for our PowerPoint presentation rocks. The Benefits of Knowing Spanish on the Mission Field. Itâs perfect because weâre both going into stateside missions and there are so many Spanish-speaking folks here in America. Weâll get an A for our work on the project, and it certainly wonât hurt us to know all about the missions that need our skills when weâre working on our applications.
By the way, what Iâve seen of the script youâve written is awesome. Keep it up! Iâm still gathering and integrating charts and graphics to go along with the explanations youâve presented.
Iâve got to say, this collaboration is surprising in more ways than one. Iâm so happy that the professor placed us together as a team. We work well together. I trust youâespecially because the team project is nearly half of our grade. Not only that, but Iâve made a new friend, which trumps any school grade, even an A+.
Iâm glad that friend is you, Veronica.
SorryâIâm starting to sound lame. Itâs late, and Iâd better wrap this up. I have an early day tomorrow.
All the best,
BJ
At least I can look forward to working on that project with BJ, Veronica Jayne Bishop, known as âVeeâ to everyone in Serendipity, Texas, thought to herself. Because the other man I have to work with today is driving me nuts.
âI cooked dinner last night.â Vee crossed her arms, leaned her hip against the counter and glared at the paramedic Ben Atwood, who lounged casually on a folding chair. His legs were stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles, and his fingers were laced through the thick ruffle of dark brown hair he wore long enough to curl around his collar.