Irish Eyes (Stolen Hearts Romance) by Jones Annie

Irish Eyes (Stolen Hearts Romance) by Jones Annie

Author:Jones, Annie [Jones, Annie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: PoutyGirl Productions
Published: 2013-03-04T22:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER EIGHT

The crisp March air tingled on the tip of Julia’s nose.

The clear night sky scattered with thousands of twinkling stars seemed bigger over her quaint Cincinnati suburb than it had over the city. The moon, nearly full, hung so big and glorious against its backdrop that the sight brought a million tiny goosebumps to her skin.

Funny that she had never noticed that phenomenon before.

Cameron placed his hand on her back to guide her along the darkened walkway from the car to the house.

Warmth from his palm permeated her tired muscles. She closed her eyes, exhaled quietly, and let the feeling swirl through her for the first moment of pure relaxation she’d felt in a long time.The moment proved fleeting. She glanced at the garish yellow beam of the porch light illuminating her front door only a few steps away.

She knew when they reached the door that she would have to say something, to give at least a passing compliment on the day’s achievement, before they said good night. She wound her fingers closed over her keys, the tooled metal biting into her flesh. Her shoulders tightened again, and her throat went dry. What do you say, she wondered, to someone who in one week totally reorders your workplace and even has you questioning the way you live your life?

It wasn’t that she wasn’t grateful. She was. Grateful—and a little blue.

Today, with the big fund-raiser and the ensuing hope of revitalization at the shelter, marked the advent of two things— the lessening of her roll as director and the beginning of the end of her time with Cameron.

His plan for the shelter had brought in enough money, with the help of a sizable corporate donation, to hold St. Patrick’s Shelter in good stead until the new fiscal year and their new budget took effect. And he had made a very valid point that she needed to let others do some of the work of running the place. Her insistence that she do it all hadn’t put them in their economic crunch, but it certainly had contributed by keeping her focused on trivial things while the budget shortfall built to a crisis level.

Besides, she knew that if she didn’t use the volunteers who had signed up today, they would slowly drift away and lose interest—as others had before. She had to utilize more people, involve more people, trust more people. That’s how Cameron handled things, and she could see the results already.

There was a renewed energy around the shelter now, a greater sense of hope and purpose—and Cameron O’Dea, not Julia Reed, was responsible.

Petty though it might be, the thought that she had not been the one to breathe life back into the shelter saddened and embarrassed her just a bit.

Her shoes scuffed over the concrete steps and onto the small porch.

The heavy footfalls of Cameron’s boots followed behind.

Julia wet her lips and pulled at the collar of her black turtle- neck sweater. The golden pin she now wore everywhere caught the light and winked with a soft luster.



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