If she were to settle down, it would take a special kind of guy, one who was as adventurous as she was
Sara had to admit Reece didnât strike her as the least bit adventurous. He was ultraserious, a buttoned-down CPA who loved to talk about risk management and long-term projections.
Her projections usually didnât extend past what she planned to have for lunch that day.
And yetâ¦he was so delicious. Not only that, but he was a good guy. Delicious men came and went, but ones with characterâthey were a bit more rare.
Maybe she ought to decide what she wanted from Reece before she did something crazy.
Dear Reader,
Alpha heroesâthose arrogant, Iâm-in-control-here malesâcertainly have their appeal. Or those dark, brooding, wounded heroesâ¦I love âem! But give me a man with brains over brawn and I completely melt.
Reece Remington is just such a man. Unlike his take-charge cousin Cooper (from Reluctant Partners, the first in the SECOND SONS series) or his devil-may-care ladiesâ man cousin Max (whom youâll meet in the third book of the trilogy, The Good Father), Reece is a man more comfortable with a computer spreadsheet than a woman. Heâs handsome as sin, but hides behind his glasses. He always plays it safe. He needs a woman to wake him up and teach him to enjoy life, but he doesnât know that, either! What fun I had matching up Reece with happy-go-lucky Sara.
My editor said, âI love all the Remington men, but I have a soft spot for Reece.â Thatâs how I feel, too. If I were going to marry any of the Remingtons in real life, Reece would be my choice. I hope you love him as much as I do. (And maybe Iâm like Sara more than Iâd care to admit!)
All best,
Kara Lennox
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Texas native Kara Lennox has earned her living at various times as an art director, typesetter, textbook editor and reporter. Sheâs worked in a boutique, a health club and an ad agency. Sheâs been an antiques dealer and even a blackjack dealer. But no work has made her happier than writing romance novels. She has written more than fifty books.
When not writing, Kara indulges in an ever-changing array of hobbies. Her latest passions are bird-watching and long-distance bicycling. She loves to hear from readers; you can visit her Web page at www.karalennox.com.
The crash from the kitchen was so loud, it sounded like a car coming through the wall.
Sara Kaufmanâs heart hammered inside her chest as she dropped her dust cloth and ran toward the noise.
âHelp! Sara, are you there?â
It was Miss Greer. The thready voice calling for help confirmed Saraâs worst fears. Her elderly employer was hurt.
Sara reached the kitchen door at the same time as Reece Remington, one of the guests at the Sunsetter Bed-and-Breakfast where Sara lived and worked. They bumped each other trying to fit through the door side by side.
Reece stepped back and let Sara enter first. âWas that Miss Greer?â Concern etched his handsome face.
Sara was about to answer, but Miss Greer called again. âSara?â The voice came from the open pantry. âIs that you?â
âIâm coming, Miss Greer!â Sara and Reece rushed to the pantry. Through the doorway they could see their white-haired landlady lying amidst an avalanche of boxes and canned goods. Flour covered her faceâit looked as if an open bag of the stuff had fallen on her head.
âOh, my God, what happened?â Saraâs first instinct was to reach for Miss Greer and get her back on her feet, but Reece stopped her with a hand to her shoulder.
âDonât move her,â he said. âIf sheâs injured, that might make things worse.â
âWhat happened?â Sara asked again.
âIâm not sure.â The elderly lady sounded less panicked now that help had arrived. âMaybe I slipped on something. When I started to fall, I grabbed the shelf and pulled half the pantry down on top of me and now Iâm stuck. Thank goodness it was the flour that hit me in the head, rather than the economy-size can of cling peaches.â
âAre you injured, Miss Greer?â Reece asked. âDoes anything hurt?â
âNow, donât fuss over me,â she groused, moving her head around so they could see she at least hadnât broken her neck. âI think I can stand up if you two help.â
Sara and Reece both squeezed into the pantry. It was a tight fit, with all three of them in there, and under other circumstances Sara would have enjoyed the proximity. Reece was a thoroughly delicious man, tall and rangy with broad shoulders showcased perfectly by the starched, button-down shirts he wore. If only he would relax a littleâ¦
Reece took one of Miss Greerâs arms and Sara took the other, and they tried to pull her up. But theyâd moved her only a few inches when she howled in pain and they were forced to gently set her back down.