Where the Heart Is by Darcy Burke

Author:Darcy Burke
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Christmas, holiday, Contemporary Romance, Historical Romance, paranormal romance, regency romance, angels
Publisher: Intrepid Reads
Published: 2013-11-21T05:00:00+00:00

HE WAS such a jerk. Derek had ordered the most expensive bouquet the florist could make that afternoon and had just swung by to pick it up on the way to the pub. The scent of pine and roses filled his car, reminding him of Chloe’s hair.

Jerk wasn’t strong enough. He was a total asshole.

After freaking out on her yesterday, he’d stood her up at dinner and he hadn’t called or texted since. What kind of boyfriend did that? And yeah, he sort of thought he was her boyfriend after Saturday night, not that he’d acted like it.

Then Emily had called this afternoon and made him feel like even more of a schmuck. She’d read him the riot act for not showing up at dinner the night before, which told him more than he needed to know—that he’d disappointed Chloe. Because Emily never took him to task for not coming to dinner. But then, he always texted if he’d said he was coming and then wasn’t able to show up.

He parked just down from the pub, plucked up the bouquet, and climbed out of his SUV. On the way to the door, he thought about what he could say to make things up to her, but nothing sounded good enough. “Uh, sorry about Sunday, but I couldn’t help wigging out over my old house. I’ve decided I can’t bear for you to live there, by the way.”

He cringed because even though he knew he was being irrational, he couldn’t help it. He took a deep breath. He could do this.

Pushing open the door, he stepped into the warmth and bustle of the pub. The smell of fresh fries taunted his nose as he looked around for Chloe. He saw her approaching the bar from one of the tables in the back and met her there.

“Hi,” he said, tentatively.

“Hi,” she said, coming around to the side of the bar and eyeing the flowers.

He held them out to her. “These are for you. Because I’m a jerk. Or an ass. Or both.”

“You’re neither,” she said, surprising him. She accepted the flowers. “These are gorgeous.” She smelled one of the dark red roses. For florist flowers, they had at least a nominal scent, which Derek was grateful for.

“The pine smells really good,” he said, stupidly, “like your hair.” Really stupidly.

She arched a blond brow at him, then her mouth cracked into a small smile. “I forgive you. Thanks.”

It couldn’t be that easy. Still, he exhaled in relief. “Thank you. I’m sorry I didn’t come to dinner. That was a dick move.”

“Yes, it was, but I understand.” She peered at him over the flowers, looking hesitant. “I’m not sure what else to say. You left in such a hurry . . .”

The ball was totally in his court. “I know. It’s just . . . the house.”

She spoke slowly, as if she were choosing her words carefully. “Maybe I shouldn’t move into your house. I talked to Rob last night, and he has a small rental in Newberg that I can afford.

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