Thanksgiving Groom by Brenda Minton

Author:Brenda Minton
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Steeple Hill
Published: 2010-11-22T23:00:00+00:00

Penelope tiptoed down the stairs of the bed-and-breakfast, slipped on her coat and slid out the door. It was still dark. She didn’t mind. She’d lived in Alaska her entire life. Her ancestors had come here in the late 1800s and bought up land that later proved to be rich in gold and oil.

Her father had invested in tourism, which he considered the oil of the future. Penelope knew his business, how it operated and what it could do. When she tried to become a part of things he got bristly. That was his reason for the manhunt to secure her a nice husband who would provide for her needs and keep her at home, working on charity events.

People were up and around, even though it was barely six in the morning. She’d left a note on her bed for her parents. She wanted a cup of Lizbet’s coffee and a cinnamon roll. She didn’t want more questions or a lecture. She didn’t want to face her dad when he said that it was time to go home.

It hadn’t happened before in her life, but Treasure Creek had changed things for her. This felt like home. This community and its people had settled in her heart in a way she knew her family wouldn’t understand.

Last night, when she tried to explain it to her parents, they’d cut her off. She didn’t like that feeling, as if she were still a teenager and had no right to make her own choices. She wasn’t going back to that world, or to hiding her life in secrets and lies.

She walked through the door of the diner and a bell jingled as the door closed. A few people shot curious glances her way. She waved at the morning waitress, Becca, as she slid into a booth and turned her cup over for the anticipated cup of coffee.

“Penelope, we worried that we weren’t going to get you back.” Becca pulled out her order pad. She smiled big, her dark hair pulled up in a spiky ponytail and her white blouse pressed free of wrinkles. She was young, maybe eighteen. Young enough to still have some acne. “What will you have this morning?”

“I want coffee, and I’m dying for a cinnamon roll.”

Becca poured coffee, and the aroma lifted with the steam from the mug. “Here you go. So, was it rough out there? I mean, did you see wolves? Did you nearly freeze?”

“I got lucky and found shelter.” Easy words for landing in the arms of Tucker Lawson.

And Becca wasn’t fooled. The girl grinned. “Yeah, you found shelter. Tucker Lawson, that’s pretty amazing to be stuck in the woods with him. Last night, when it was announced that he’d been found, you should have heard the uproar. Half of those fancy women that have come to town were positive they could steal him if he came back to town.”

“The Johnsons were with us.” Penelope assured the younger woman. “And the women are welcome to him.”

“Yeah, but still.

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