The Little Maverick Matchmaker
The perfect match?Widowed doctor Drew Strickland, is dedicated to his job and to his seven-year-old son, Dillon. Young Dillon has set his sights on making pretty school librarian Josselyn Weaver a part of their family. Can a big-hearted little boy lead his grieving dad to true love?
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The courtship of dillonâs father
Rust Creek Ramblings
The townâs new doctor, widower Drew Strickland, is dedicated to his job and to his seven-year-old son, Dillon. Young Dillon has set his sights on making pretty school librarian Josselyn Weaver a part of their family. But Drew is afraid to love again, and Josselyn fears rejection. Buckle up your backpacks, dear readers, and see if a bighearted little boy can lead his grieving dad and our favorite librarian down the path to true love!
After writing more than eighty books for Mills & Boon, STELLA BAGWELL still finds it exciting to create new stories and bring her characters to life. She loves all things Western and has been married to her own real cowboy for forty-four years. Living on the south Texas coast, she also enjoys being outdoors and helping her husband care for the horses, cats and dog that call their small ranch home. The couple has one son, who teaches high school mathematics and is also an athletic director. Stella loves hearing from readers. They can contact her at [email protected].
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07807-8
THE LITTLE MAVERICK MATCHMAKER
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To my late brother, Lloyd Henry Cook.
I miss you so much.
Contents
âWow! Look at all the people, Dad! This is gonna be super fun!â
Stifling a groan, Drew Strickland pulled his gaze away from the large crowd milling about on the grassy lawn of the Rust Creek Falls park to glance down at his seven-year-old son, Dillon. The childâs brown hair was already mussed despite the careful combing Drew had given it before theyâd left home, plus the tail of his plaid cotton shirt was pulled loose from the back of his jeans. However, it wasnât the boyâs disheveled appearance that concerned Drew. It was the mischievous twinkle in Dillonâs brown eyes that worried him the most.
Like his late mother, Dillon didnât possess a shy bone in his body, and Drew had the uneasy feeling that before this back-to-school picnic ended, his son was going to do a bit too much talking. Mostly about things he shouldnât be talking about.
âIt does look like plenty of folks are here today,â Drew replied to his sonâs excited comment, while silently wishing he could think of one good reason to grab Dillonâs hand and hightail the both of them away from the gathering. But that would hardly be fair to his son. Nor would leaving give Drew the chance to be a dad for one day, at least. And being a real, hands-on dad to Dillon was one of the main reasons his parents had pushed him to move to this little mountain town. It had been their way of forcing Drew to take on the full responsibility of Dillonâs care.
