Fitzgerald, Galen’s fictional detective, had finally fallen in love.
With her.
Okay, maybe not with her, but with someone just like her, right down to the little birthmark she had on her left hip.
As Jamie tore through the pages, eating up the action-packed scenes peppered with some poignant and sexy exchanges between Jack and Caitlin, the heroine, she understood why Frank had said the work was Galen’s best. It wasn’t to say that his other books had been bad. His bestseller status attested to the fact that readers loved his work.
But this book was inspired because of the many layers of emotion in every scene. Complex and intense, the emotions would resonate with readers who not only wanted Jack to solve the case, but wanted to discover whether or not the relationship with Caitlin would end with a happily-ever-after.
Hell, she wanted to know almost as badly as she wished for her and Galen to find happiness somehow.
The hours passed, and with an occasional glance out the windows along one wall of the bedroom, Jamie noted the ever-increasing piles of fluffy white building against the sides of the lodge and along the nearby hills and valleys.
She smiled, knowing that with each thick snowflake that fell, the odds of spending more time with Galen increased.
“I guess you’re enjoying it,” he said from the doorway, startling her.
Not wanting to reveal the real reason for her joy, she dog-eared her spot in the book and closed it. “It’s…wonderful.”
“Really? You don’t find Caitlin a little too mouthy? Or demanding?” he teased, sauntering into the room with a decidedly masculine swagger.
She sensed the change in his mood. Playful. Sexy. The difference was a good thing that she wouldn’t second-guess.
“Definitely a problem child. I can’t imagine why Jack would want to keep her around,” she kidded back, and laid the book on the nightstand.
“I’m hungry. Got anything to eat?” she said.
Galen chuckled and arched one blondish eyebrow. “Demanding, much?”
“A girl’s got to eat to keep her energy up,” she replied, and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Galen wagged his head. “Mouthy and demanding. Luckily, I had a delivery made before the storm, so we have lots to eat.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” She ripped off the comforter, slid to the edge of the bed and slipped her feet into his oversize furry slippers.
He dutifully followed her as they went down to the kitchen and she opened up the fridge. It was packed with enough food for well over a week. Fresh vegetables and berries, cheeses, milk, cream and assorted cuts of beef and chicken were crammed onto the shelves.
She pulled out a package with two thick strip steaks. “How about these with some veggies?”
“I’m game. I like mine rare,” he said. At her questioning glance, he added, “I always have.”
“Thank the Lord. I wasn’t ready to watch you chow down on anything raw,” she confessed, and started yanking out potatoes and salad fixings from the fridge.
“How about some wine?” Galen asked, staying out of her way for the moment since she had assumed control.
“I could go for a nice cab.”
He strolled into a combo pantry and wine cellar just off the kitchen and stood there, trying to remember where he had put the cabernets. He had always been a beer kind of guy, but his editor and publisher kept sending him gifts to celebrate his various milestones and he had finally relented and had the floor-to-ceiling wine cellar installed to handle the offerings plus a few of his own eclectic purchases. He finally located a cabernet and returned to the kitchen, where Jamie was busy wrapping up the potatoes in aluminum foil.
“Is this one any good?” He held up the bottle so she could read the label.
“Napa Valley, 2008. Should be good. Why don’t you open it and let it breathe a bit,” she said while she slid the potatoes into the oven and went to work on fixing a salad.
“Bossy and pompous I should
With her.
Okay, maybe not with her, but with someone just like her, right down to the little birthmark she had on her left hip.
As Jamie tore through the pages, eating up the action-packed scenes peppered with some poignant and sexy exchanges between Jack and Caitlin, the heroine, she understood why Frank had said the work was Galen’s best. It wasn’t to say that his other books had been bad. His bestseller status attested to the fact that readers loved his work.
But this book was inspired because of the many layers of emotion in every scene. Complex and intense, the emotions would resonate with readers who not only wanted Jack to solve the case, but wanted to discover whether or not the relationship with Caitlin would end with a happily-ever-after.
Hell, she wanted to know almost as badly as she wished for her and Galen to find happiness somehow.
The hours passed, and with an occasional glance out the windows along one wall of the bedroom, Jamie noted the ever-increasing piles of fluffy white building against the sides of the lodge and along the nearby hills and valleys.
She smiled, knowing that with each thick snowflake that fell, the odds of spending more time with Galen increased.
“I guess you’re enjoying it,” he said from the doorway, startling her.
Not wanting to reveal the real reason for her joy, she dog-eared her spot in the book and closed it. “It’s…wonderful.”
“Really? You don’t find Caitlin a little too mouthy? Or demanding?” he teased, sauntering into the room with a decidedly masculine swagger.
She sensed the change in his mood. Playful. Sexy. The difference was a good thing that she wouldn’t second-guess.
“Definitely a problem child. I can’t imagine why Jack would want to keep her around,” she kidded back, and laid the book on the nightstand.
“I’m hungry. Got anything to eat?” she said.
Galen chuckled and arched one blondish eyebrow. “Demanding, much?”
“A girl’s got to eat to keep her energy up,” she replied, and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Galen wagged his head. “Mouthy and demanding. Luckily, I had a delivery made before the storm, so we have lots to eat.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” She ripped off the comforter, slid to the edge of the bed and slipped her feet into his oversize furry slippers.
He dutifully followed her as they went down to the kitchen and she opened up the fridge. It was packed with enough food for well over a week. Fresh vegetables and berries, cheeses, milk, cream and assorted cuts of beef and chicken were crammed onto the shelves.
She pulled out a package with two thick strip steaks. “How about these with some veggies?”
“I’m game. I like mine rare,” he said. At her questioning glance, he added, “I always have.”
“Thank the Lord. I wasn’t ready to watch you chow down on anything raw,” she confessed, and started yanking out potatoes and salad fixings from the fridge.
“How about some wine?” Galen asked, staying out of her way for the moment since she had assumed control.
“I could go for a nice cab.”
He strolled into a combo pantry and wine cellar just off the kitchen and stood there, trying to remember where he had put the cabernets. He had always been a beer kind of guy, but his editor and publisher kept sending him gifts to celebrate his various milestones and he had finally relented and had the floor-to-ceiling wine cellar installed to handle the offerings plus a few of his own eclectic purchases. He finally located a cabernet and returned to the kitchen, where Jamie was busy wrapping up the potatoes in aluminum foil.
“Is this one any good?” He held up the bottle so she could read the label.
“Napa Valley, 2008. Should be good. Why don’t you open it and let it breathe a bit,” she said while she slid the potatoes into the oven and went to work on fixing a salad.
“Bossy and pompous I should
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