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When Mrs. Chandler is rushed to the hospital due to what appears to be a heart attack (but turns out to be a bad case of heartburn), her three handsome, unmarried sons flock to her side, anxiously asking what they can do to make her feel better. Their mother opens her eyes and utters one word: “Grandbabies!” Wanting to grant their ailing (or so they believe) mother her one wish before she departs for the sweet hereafter, the Chandler brothers start looking for wives.
Roman, the youngest of the brothers, takes a leave of absence from his job as a foreign correspondent to spend time with his mother while she recuperates. Having lost a coin toss with his brothers, he must be the first to become a married man with baby to abide by his mother’s wish. He is sure he’ll never find a woman sophisticated enough to satisfy him as his partner-in-life in the sleepy upstate New York town where his mother lives. Then he’s reacquainted with the woman who got away, the one woman he’s drawn back to, even as he’s planning his escape — Charlotte Bronson, the town’s newest entrepreneur. Charlotte’s sexy lingerie shop has had a string of burglaries, and Roman agrees to investigate and report on the series of thefts, which puts him in close and frequent contact with the very beautiful and sophisticated owner. Soon, he discovers that Charlotte may just be the woman who can make all of his — and his mother’s — dreams come true.
Charlotte braced both hands against Roman’s shoulders.
“Your staying is not a good idea.”
“Then why does it feel like one?”
Waves of sensation rushed through her. “It feels good because there’s nothing rational about sex. But I’m being rational now. You can’t stay because you came over here to say good-bye.”
“And then I kissed you and realized there’s no way in hell I can walk away.”
“What? What are you saying?”
“There’s always been something between us. Something that won’t go away.” His blue eyes stared into hers. “If you’ve got the guts to take the risk and see where it leads, then so do I.”
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To Mom and Dad for making me believe I could do anything.
To Phil, who loves and supports me through everything.
And to Jackie and Jen, who make it all worthwhile.
To the people who made this book possible: Maureen Walters, agent extraordinaire, who believed in me from day one.
Beth De Guzman, for welcoming me with open arms; and Karen Kosztolnyik, for making the experience the best I could hope for!
Thanks to the people who contributed their knowledge and answered endless questions: Lynda Sue Cooper, the cop expert, and Terri Hall, journalism expert. Any errors or fabrications are mine alone.
And last but by no means least, to the best critique partners a girl could have. To Kathy Attalla for your plotting brilliance and Janelle Denison for your panty thief expertise — without your endless patience and willingness to reread, I’d have lost it a long time ago!
You’re fit, Mrs. Chandler. The cardiogram is normal and so is your blood pressure. Nothing more than a bad case of indigestion. An antacid, some rest, and you should be fine.