A Perfect Partnership
When Abby Bowenâs dream of love is dashed, she pursues a new dream: opening a dinner theater in Hot Mineral Springs, Colorado. Thereâs just one hitch; she needs a male business partner. The handsome father of twins who answers Abbyâs ad is perfectâ¦perhaps too perfect. Working with someone like Harrison Kingsleyâwithout losing her heartâwill be harder than Abby anticipated.
Itâs a good thing Harrisonâs arrangement with Abby is strictly business. Because with her kind soul, smiling blue eyes and gentle way with his boys, he could easily fall for her. But the longer he works with Abby, the more Harrison realizes that the Lord might have an entirely different partnership planned for them.
Abby smiled, and without looking where she was going, stepped into the hall. She collided with a granite wall of flesh and stumbled backward.
Something warm, strong, yet gentle secured her arm.
âOh. Iâm sorry, I wasnât watching where I wasââ Words deserted her the instant her eyes landed on the sculptured face of the handsome man gazing down at her, still holding her arm.
He looked every bit as startled as she was. âAre you all right, miss?â
âIâmâ Iâm fine. Thank you.â She straightened. Only mere inches from him, her eyes never drifted from his. âIâm sorry for staring, but you have very unusual eyes. Theyâre quite beautiful.â
Those same eyes twinkled. âThank you.â The stranger said it as if he meant it, but his closed-lips smile didnât stretch very far. âCould you please tell me where I might find Miss Abigail Bowen?â
âIâm Abby.â
Surprise flounced across his face, and his attention drifted over her again, starting with her feet and ending at her hair.
âYouâre...Miss Bowen?â
DEBRA ULLRICK
is an award-winning author who is happily married to her husband of thirty-eight years. For more than twenty-five years, she and her husband and their only daughter lived and worked on cattle ranches in the Colorado mountains. The last ranch Debra lived on was also where a famous movie star and her screenwriter husband chose to purchase property. She now lives in the flatlands, where sheâs dealing with cultural whiplash. Debra loves animals, classic cars, mud-bog racing and monster trucks. When sheâs not writing, sheâs reading, drawing Western art, feeding wild birds, or watching Jane Austen movies, COPS, or Castle.
Debra loves hearing from her readers. You can contact her through her website, www.debraullrick.com.
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to His purpose.
âRomans 8:28
To God be the glory. Without His help, and the help of my dear friend and author extraordinaire Staci StallingsâGod blessed me abundantly by sending her into my lifeâmy stories would never get written.
And to my husband and best friend, who throughout our thirty-eight years of marriage consistently told me whenever a problem arose that God would take care of it. Sweet hubby, you were right. God always did and still does. So thank you, darlinâ, for being my example of faith and trust in a loving Savior.
I love you so very much and always will.
Youâre the other half of my heart and soul.
(MEGA HUGS AND KISSES)
Your forever devoted wife,
Deb
Chapter One
Hot Mineral Springs,
Colorado 1888
âWhat do you mean, I canât?â Abby Bowen fought to keep from slamming her hands on her hips and glaring down at the rotund man seated in front of her.
âIâm sorry, miss,â the mayor and head chairman of Hot Mineral Springs, Mr. Prinker, said as his cheeks flushed.
âWhy didnât you tell me this before I bought the place?â She clenched her teeth as hot anger boiled inside her. There was no excuse for this. None whatsoever.
âWe didnât know what your intentions were for the building. We assumed you wanted to open a dress shop or a restaurant or even a luxurious mineral spa for women. We already have one for men, you know.â He grabbed the lapels of his jacket and puffed out his chest like a zealous rooster who was full of himself. âAny one of those would have been allowed. However, weââ he glanced around the large rectangle table at each of the seven town committee members ââcannot allow a single woman to open a theater. Why, something of that nature would be quite scandalous and ruin our townâs fine upstanding reputation. Not to say your own, young lady.â He shook his forefinger at her.
Abby wanted to latch onto his meaty finger and shove it up his bulbous red nose. But that attitude would get her nowhere, much less please the Lord. She quelled her anger as she searched for another option. Why some townspeople thought women who ran a theater were of questionable repute, she didnât understand. In other towns, people did it all the time, and it was not considered a scandal.