Christie Ridgway - Mad Enough to Marry

She blinked. “‘Cute’?”

“Really cute,” he murmured.

“You’re up to something, Logan.”

He clucked his tongue. “So suspicious.”

She shrugged. “A woman learns it young.”

He realized that he had her trapped between his body and the kitchen counter. Holding her gaze, he reached out a finger and drew it along the curve of her jaw.

Her eyes narrowed and she held herself still. He could swear that stillness cost her. There was a tremor there, rigidly controlled, beneath her flawless golden skin. A quivering reaction to his presence, his touch. His heart pumped hard in his chest, but he ignored it. This was about what he did to Elena. His gaze dropped to the pulse beat in her throat. It was fluttering fast, he thought.

Very fast.

Dear Reader,

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I am pleased to introduce a gripping tale of true love and family from celebrated author Stella Bagwell. In White Dove’s Promise, which launches a six-book spin-off—plus a Christmas story collection—of the popular COLTONS series, a dashing Native American hero has trouble staying in one place, until he finds himself entangled in a soul-searing embrace with a beautiful single mother, who teaches him about roots…and lifelong passion.

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Lisa Jackson’s The McCaffertys: Slade features a lady lawyer who comes home and faces a heartbreaker hero, who desperately wants a chance to prove his love to her. In Mad Enough To Marry, Christie Ridgway entertains us with an adorable tale of that maddening love that happens only when two kindred spirits must share the same space. Be sure to pick up Arlene James’s His Private Nurse, where a single father falls for the feisty nurse hired to watch over him after a suspicious accident. You won’t want to miss it!

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thinks she has the greatest job in the world. She loves writing stories, and the only thing she loves more is her family: a supportive husband and two sons who often are forced to remind her that kids are entitled to three meals a day.

A native of California, she now lives in the southern part of the state. A typical writing day can include rescuing the turtle from the pool and finding frogs in the shower. Although she once told the men she loves they could not keep pets that require live food, each week her husband comes home with a plastic bag of pet food that looks suspiciously like crickets (sounds like them, too!) for the reptiles and amphibians that now call her home theirs.

When not writing or chasing down errant pets, she volunteers at her sons’ school. Finally, because there’s really nothing better, Christie always finds time to curl up with a good book.

You may contact her at P.O. Box 3803, La Mesa, CA 91944. Send a SASE for reply or e-mail her at christie@christieridgway.com.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Scandal.

Staring straight at it, Logan Chase strolled along Strawberry Bay’s crowded main street, barricaded for the annual May Fair. He sighed. Over the past several months, the small California town had suffered through a series of earthquakes followed by a string of armed robberies. Why should it be any surprise that scandal was next?

Strawberry Bay, California, was, in general, a prosperous town and its citizens were always eager to support the multitude of organizations represented at the traditional community event. They lined up at the various booths, cash ready to buy the hot dogs the elementary school PTA was selling, the cinnamon rolls handmade by the Methodist Church’s women’s group and the cold cans of soda the kids from the high school’s Key Club were hawking.

By all appearances, this year’s May Fair was going to break previous fundraising records for the causes on hand, with the sole exception of the cause whose booth was situated at the far end of the street. But Logan knew it was making its own place in infamy. His gaze lingered on the booth, deserted except for the woman sitting alone inside it, even as he told himself it wasn’t any of his business that she was probably already the talk of the town.

An elbow nudged his ribs. “Hey! Long time no see.”

Forcing his gaze away from the mud-in-the-making, Logan looked into the freckled face of the woman who cut his hair. “How you doing, Sue Ellen?”

She wasn’t any older than he was, as a matter of fact they’d sat beside each other in senior French at Strawberry Bay High School eleven years ago, but the frown she gave him was motherly. “I’m fine, but you really could use a trim.”

Logan ignored the suggestion. He didn’t feel like explaining why he was no longer slave to a standing monthly haircut. “How are Chris and the kids?” he asked instead.

“The twins are looking forward to summer already,” Sue Ellen replied. “And my stepdaughter—you know, Chris’s Amber?—she’s all excited about the high school’s senior prom.” Sue Ellen’s gaze slid down the street and she nodded at that last booth, still devoid of customers. “If there’s going to be a senior prom.”

Logan shifted uncomfortably, but didn’t let himself follow Sue Ellen’s gaze. “Of course there’s going to be a senior prom. No matter what.”

The hairdresser lifted a doubtful eyebrow, still looking at the booth that customarily raised all the necessary funds to lavishly decorate the high-school auditorium for the senior class’s prom. Then she looked back at Logan, her expression speculative. “Maybe you could buy the first—”

“No way,” he said hastily.

“C’mon.” Her voice was coaxing. “We need to get some customers down there or everyone will be—”

“Talking about the fact that the money jar is empty, I know,” Logan finished for her. “But why are you looking at me? Chris’s daughter’s the one who’s hoping for a prom this year. Tell him to go over there and get the ball rolling.”

Sue Ellen glanced around as if wary of being overheard, then leaned forward and whispered, “He’s afraid of her.”

Though unsurprised, Logan rolled his eyes. Three-fourths of the male population of Strawberry Bay was afraid of the woman volunteering in the senior prom booth, while the other quarter was afraid of what their wives or girlfriends would say if they approached her. “She’s not that bad,” he lied.

“It’s a kissing booth, Logan!” Sue Ellen exclaimed. “I know she has a younger sister who’s a high-school senior, but someone should have realized that that woman in that particular kind of booth might prove the end of a long-standing custom.”

Logan winced. Strawberry Bay, like any small town, was long on tradition and long on talk. Gossip would go on for decades that Elena O’Brien’s year in the senior prom kissing booth was the first year in twenty that the enterprise flopped.

Still, he was not going over there. Knowing Elena, she was more than likely thrilled by her solitude.

Before he could change his mind, he bid goodbye to Sue Ellen and ducked between the massive angled panels set up for the art show. He didn’t want to think about Elena and her predicament any longer. Out of sight, out of mind, he told himself.

Yet even from here he could feel her disturbing presence. A few months before, thanks to his brother’s romance with Elena’s best friend, Elena had vaulted back into his life. Though he hadn’t seen her since his last days in high school, she’d instantly gone about disturbing his peace of mind, just as before.

Worse now, because the grown-up Elena was a puzzle, one minute an icy fortress, the next a hornet, buzzing loudly and ready to sting. The last time they’d been face-to-face was a couple of weekends ago, when she was maid of honor and he was best man at Griffin and Annie’s wedding. He’d done his best to ignore her and the sexual vibration she started humming inside him too, because in recent weeks simplicity had become Logan’s new watchword.

And nothing about Elena had ever been simple.

Pushing her out of his thoughts once more, Logan hurried around the corner of the first aisle, barrelling into Si Thomas, one of the men who used to work for him at Chase Electronics. They bounced apart and Logan saw that the other man’s glasses were dangling over one ear, the wire stem bent.

“Lord, I’m sorry, Si. What can I do?”

The other man pulled his glasses off to inspect the damage. “No big deal. I’ll just—” He stopped, then squinted up at Logan. “As a matter of fact, there is something you can do.”

“Name it.”

Si smiled. “My wife is on the high school’s senior prom committee. She just begged me to find someone willing to…”

Logan didn’t listen to the rest of the request. Hands over his ears, he desperately backed away, then dashed down the next aisle to lose himself amongst the other browsers. When Si didn’t follow—thank God—Logan slowed his steps and glanced idly at the displayed artwork.

He paused as a painting caught his eye. It was a watercolor, he thought, but not in the bland pastels he usually associated with the medium. Whether its style was abstract or impressionist or something else altogether, he didn’t know, but the painting was obviously of a woman lying in bed. The tousled, raspberry-colored covers only hinted at her form, but the pearly, bare shoulders and the full, rosy mouth were those of a young woman. The rest of her face was obscured by her arm flung over her eyes. Inky hair was spread across the pillow.

The painting intrigued and unsettled him with its juxtaposition of decadent bed and sleeping woman. It was almost as if she was waiting to be awakened by just the right man.

“Hey, Logan,” a voice said.

Logan turned to greet the male half of a high-school-aged couple. “Hey, Tyler.” Tyler Evans lived on the estate that bordered Logan’s parents’. His father owned a produce distribution company—selling most of Strawberry Bay’s strawberries—and his mother served on several charity boards with Logan’s mother.