Mia Ross

Blue Ridge Reunion


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      Building A New Start

      Chelsea Barnes never expected to see her high school rival, golden boy Paul Barrett, again. But when Paul applies for a loan to renovate his family’s historic mill, it’s Chelsea who the bank sends to her tiny hometown to assess the property—and Paul. It’s her chance to prove herself to her boss, and Chelsea won’t let Paul stand in her way. Paul would do anything to restore the mill for his ailing grandfather. Even allow the lovely Chelsea to help. Together, they just might build something beautiful…a happily-ever-after.

      Barrett’s Mill: In the heart of the Blue Ridge Mountains, a family legacy leads to love.

      “Whattaya say, partner? Wanna go make nice?”

      He glanced down at Boyd. His canine buddy was stretched out in a patch of late-morning sunlight.

      Groveling really shouldn’t be all that tough for him, but because she was brighter than most, she’d see right through his usual I’m-just-a-guy approach. That meant he’d have to go with the truth.

      Hoping to appear contrite, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and trudged down the steps. In the yard, he intercepted Chelsea.

      “I’m sorry.”

      “For what?” she countered tartly. “Being you? Please.”

      “For being out of line. I hope you can forgive me.”

      The change in her was remarkable. He’d braced himself for a scolding, but what he got instead was a slowly dawning smile. By the time it reached her eyes, he glimpsed a sparkle in them he’d never seen before. How many guys had gotten that view of her? he wondered briefly before slamming the door on his curiosity. He had no intention of going anywhere remotely personal with her, so there was no point in even asking the question.

      MIA ROSS

      loves great stories. She enjoys reading about fascinating people, long-ago times and exotic places. But only for a little while, because her reality is pretty sweet. Married to her college sweetheart, she’s the proud mom of two amazing kids, whose schedules keep her hopping. Busy as she is, she can’t imagine trading her life for anyone else’s—and she has a pretty good imagination. You can visit her online at www.miaross.com.

      Blue Ridge Reunion

      Mia Ross

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      Let us not grow weary of doing good, for in

      due season we will reap, if we do not give up.

      —Galatians 6:9

      For Mom and Dad

      To the very talented folks who help me make my books everything they can be: Elaine Spencer,

      Melissa Endlich and the dedicated staff at Love Inspired.

      More thanks to the gang at Seekerville

      (www.seekerville.net), a great place to hang out

      with readers—and writers.

      Thanks to RL for your insights

      into the banking world—and for the lunch.

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       About the Author

       Title Page

       Bible Verse

       Dedication

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Epilogue

       Dear Reader

       Questions for Discussion

       Extract

       Copyright

      Chelsea Barnes really hated Mondays.

      Especially Mondays like this, when the July sunshine and warm breeze tempted her to stay home from work and enjoy the beautiful summer day. But her father had taught her that people who played hooky never amounted to anything, so she refocused on the narrow two-lane road. Following it as it meandered under the leafy canopy of oaks, she kept an eye out for the turnoff she needed. Around a bend, she located the weathered sign dangling from one rusty hook: Barrett’s Sawmill, est. 1866.

      She drove slowly down the pitted track, avoiding the largest ruts and hoping the pinging gravel didn’t take too much paint off her darling convertible. At the other end, she pulled up alongside a beat-up red pickup with the sawmill’s faded logo stenciled on the driver’s door. It was so old she wouldn’t be surprised to discover it had