anything else. Megan stopped chewing. That’s right; he did. And not just because of tonight. Doug hadn’t been calling lately. He’d been working later. Had begged off Stephanie’s wedding. Hadn’t even called to cancel tonight. “ Penny for ’em.” Matt waved a shrimp under her nose. “Or has inflation upped the price?” She couldn’t stay grumpy when Matt was being charming. Which was pretty much all of the time. Seriously, the guy didn’t have a bad mood. It could get annoying. So was the fact that he’d been right about Doug. She bit the shrimp. “As much as I hate to say it, I think you’re right.” “ Oh?” “ Doug’s been distant lately.” “ Lately? Megs, the guy’s had you at arm’s length since I moved in.” “ No, he hasn’t.” Matt snorted. “Name the last time he stayed over.” “ He’s private. Doesn’t like anyone knowing our business.” “ Name the last time you stayed there.”
She couldn’t. After that pregnancy scare… She’d hoped tonight would change things between them. Megan put her eggroll down. Who was she kidding? Doug wanted out. And other than being annoyed that he hadn’t manned-up to tell her, Megan was, surprisingly, okay with that. She reached for the eggroll again and caught a glimpse of one of Matt’s designs. It was of her house, only the one on paper was painted yellow instead of her decades’ old some-shade-of-beige. The gables had been re-shingled. There was a white picket fence out front. Why would Matt “fix up” her house? “ What’s going on behind those beautiful blue eyes, Megs?” That got her attention. “You think my eyes are beautiful?” “ I think all of you is beautiful.” Matt’s voice was soft. Husky. “ You… do?” He took her hand. “I do. Have for a long time.” “ You’ve never said anything.” He shrugged with his super charming smile and the dimple that flashed in his right cheek. “What could I say? ‘Ditch Doug for me’?” “ Is that what you want?” “ Among other things.” He ran a finger along her jaw and it made her shiver. In a really good way. “What are you saying, Matt?” He pulled something else out from the bag the food had come in. A long-stemmed rose. Yellow. Her favorite. “ I’m saying Happy Valentine’s Day, Megs. Would you be mine?” “ Your valentine?” “ That.” Matt brushed the petals along her nose. “And so much more.”
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Happy Valentine’s Day!
About the Author
Judi Fennell has had her nose in a book and her head in some celestial realm all her life, including those early years when her mom would exhort her to “get outside!” instead of watching Bewitched or I Dream of Jeannie on television. So she did—right into Dad’s hammock with her Nancy Drew books. These days she’s more likely to have her nose in her laptop and her head (and the rest of her) at a favorite writing spot, but she’s still reading either her latest manuscript or friends’ books. A PRISM Award and Golden Leaf Award winner, Judi loves to hear from her readers. Connect with her at: