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Shane gulped, looking between the two women. One who had pure pride smeared across her face, the other looked so green, like she might throw up on the glass counter top. Shane had worked overtime trying to charm the sharp-tongued beauty now giving him a death glare so sharp a lesser man would have melted into a puddle. So he hadn’t been close with his parents, he could understand that. That didn’t seem to be the case though. She’d brought them up in a few conversations while he’d been here, so he assumed they were at least somewhat close, close enough to know something as big as this.
Before he could help himself, he grabbed her laptop, spun it around and brought up the Amazon website . Typing her pen name in the search queue brought up list of eighteen New York Times Best Sellers.
“Shane—don’t!”
“Young man, I don’t know who you are, or what you think you’re doing—”
He cut her father’s disapproving words off as he unplugged the power cord from the laptop and turned with it to show her parents the screen. “Have you ever heard of this author?”
“G. Jamieson—”Her father’s brow creased. “Yes, of course I have. But, what does that have to do with the fact you’re obviously upsetting my daughter? Do I need to call Mike over here, Gabby?”
“There’s no need for the police, Mr. James. However, let me introduce myself. I’m Shane Compton. I’m an agent, a literary agent based in New York. I represent this author.” Her dad’s face was starting to flame. Shane sped up his explanation before her dad really did call in the local authorities. “I came to Renlend to meet her in person, as she’s led a very private life, out of the limelight. Her readers are dying to know more about her. Let me introduce to you, G. Jamieson, also known as, Gabrielle James.”
“Gabby…what’s this man talking about?” Her dad’s jaw practically hit the glass countertop as he waited out her response. “Well?”
“Dad ,” she whispered.
Deflated, she looked so much smaller than the witty woman he’d grown accustomed to. A piece of Shane’s heart broke as he watched her face, the lines creasing, her eyes started to glisten. Shane set the laptop back down on the glass, walked around the counter, and gathered her into his arms. For the first time, Gabby had no fight in her. Willingly she slumped against his chest.
Squeezing her tightly, he barely heard the words she whispered , “My dad has being trying to get published for over a decade.”
“Oh , Gabby—I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I just assumed, and I was very much in the wrong.” She gave a slight shake of her head against him, but didn’t pull away.
“Is this all true? Is this you? Are you an author, a bestselling author at that?” her father asked, but even Shane could hear the excitement building in the older man.
Gabby was so conflicted. She should be pissed as all hell at the man holding her tight. Instead, she wanted to curl into his embrace and get lost in his cologne. Her father’s voice faded to the background, his questions took a backseat to the fantasy. Gabby had kept the secret for almost five years. Now, Shane was in her store and he was holding her, the outcast not wanted by the kids back in school was suddenly being comforted by the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on.
Before she was ready he pulled away, tipping her chin upward. Drawing a long , steeling breath through her nose, Gabby slowly opened her eyes. The only thing in her view was a pair of warm, brown eyes focusing on her. Flecks of gold and green sparkled back, the silent question hanging in the air.
He bent down, closing the space even more. Hope and despair lined his face, he chewed his lower lip, but she couldn’t break the connection. For more reasons than she could count on two hands, she should want to slap him hard enough to make his head spin. “Thank you,” she mouthed.
Once the two simple words were out, a
Shane gulped, looking between the two women. One who had pure pride smeared across her face, the other looked so green, like she might throw up on the glass counter top. Shane had worked overtime trying to charm the sharp-tongued beauty now giving him a death glare so sharp a lesser man would have melted into a puddle. So he hadn’t been close with his parents, he could understand that. That didn’t seem to be the case though. She’d brought them up in a few conversations while he’d been here, so he assumed they were at least somewhat close, close enough to know something as big as this.
Before he could help himself, he grabbed her laptop, spun it around and brought up the Amazon website . Typing her pen name in the search queue brought up list of eighteen New York Times Best Sellers.
“Shane—don’t!”
“Young man, I don’t know who you are, or what you think you’re doing—”
He cut her father’s disapproving words off as he unplugged the power cord from the laptop and turned with it to show her parents the screen. “Have you ever heard of this author?”
“G. Jamieson—”Her father’s brow creased. “Yes, of course I have. But, what does that have to do with the fact you’re obviously upsetting my daughter? Do I need to call Mike over here, Gabby?”
“There’s no need for the police, Mr. James. However, let me introduce myself. I’m Shane Compton. I’m an agent, a literary agent based in New York. I represent this author.” Her dad’s face was starting to flame. Shane sped up his explanation before her dad really did call in the local authorities. “I came to Renlend to meet her in person, as she’s led a very private life, out of the limelight. Her readers are dying to know more about her. Let me introduce to you, G. Jamieson, also known as, Gabrielle James.”
“Gabby…what’s this man talking about?” Her dad’s jaw practically hit the glass countertop as he waited out her response. “Well?”
“Dad ,” she whispered.
Deflated, she looked so much smaller than the witty woman he’d grown accustomed to. A piece of Shane’s heart broke as he watched her face, the lines creasing, her eyes started to glisten. Shane set the laptop back down on the glass, walked around the counter, and gathered her into his arms. For the first time, Gabby had no fight in her. Willingly she slumped against his chest.
Squeezing her tightly, he barely heard the words she whispered , “My dad has being trying to get published for over a decade.”
“Oh , Gabby—I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I just assumed, and I was very much in the wrong.” She gave a slight shake of her head against him, but didn’t pull away.
“Is this all true? Is this you? Are you an author, a bestselling author at that?” her father asked, but even Shane could hear the excitement building in the older man.
Gabby was so conflicted. She should be pissed as all hell at the man holding her tight. Instead, she wanted to curl into his embrace and get lost in his cologne. Her father’s voice faded to the background, his questions took a backseat to the fantasy. Gabby had kept the secret for almost five years. Now, Shane was in her store and he was holding her, the outcast not wanted by the kids back in school was suddenly being comforted by the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on.
Before she was ready he pulled away, tipping her chin upward. Drawing a long , steeling breath through her nose, Gabby slowly opened her eyes. The only thing in her view was a pair of warm, brown eyes focusing on her. Flecks of gold and green sparkled back, the silent question hanging in the air.
He bent down, closing the space even more. Hope and despair lined his face, he chewed his lower lip, but she couldn’t break the connection. For more reasons than she could count on two hands, she should want to slap him hard enough to make his head spin. “Thank you,” she mouthed.
Once the two simple words were out, a
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