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Don’t miss this reader-favorite tale from USA TODAY bestselling author Christie Ridgway that proves nice guys don’t always finish last…
Lori Hanson has come to Whitehorn to start over—not to fall head over heels in love with her boss. For she knew better than to risk her heart—her life—on another man. Besides, Josh Anderson is too attractive, too kind…and too dangerous. Kind, because he cares about her. Dangerous, because he makes her want to care about him.
Josh’s alluring new receptionist has secrets and fears she can’t let go of, and all Josh wants is to hold her in his arms and make everything better. Okay, so that isn’t all he wants. Lori’s presence makes it all but impossible to work—except to count the ways to capture her heart…
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“Can’t believe a little thing like you could overturn me like that.”
Lori half smiled. “I’m stronger than I look.” That was her hope, anyway. “You’re sure you’re not hurt?” Her face heated again as their tangle replayed in her mind. The man probably thought she was certifiable for going into maul-the-mugger mode at the slightest contact.
Josh shook his head. “I’m fine. You might consider registering with the sheriff as a lethal weapon, though.”
Her eyebrows rose. “My hands, you mean?”
His eyebrows lifted, too, and another one of those slow smiles warmed his rugged face. “The whole package, sweetheart.”
In Love with Her Boss
Christie Ridgway
CHRISTIE RIDGWAY
Native Californian Christie Ridgway started reading and writing romances in middle school. It wasn’t until she was the wife of her college sweetheart and the mother of two small sons that she submitted her work for publication. Many contemporary romances later, she is happiest when telling her stories despite the splash of kids in the pool, the mass of cups and plates in the kitchen and the many commitments she makes in the world beyond her desk.
Besides loving the men in her life and her dream-come-true job, she continues her longtime love affair with reading and is never without a stack of books. You can find out more about Christie at her website, www.christieridgway.com.
For Barbara Freethy, a great listener.
Thanks.
CONTENTS
The calendar read December twenty-fourth, but Lori Hanson wanted to forget all about Christmas. She wanted to forget a lot of things, truth to tell, which was why she was impatient to begin her workout at the state-of-the-art facility located at Whitehorn High School in Whitehorn, Montana. Standing in the small entry area, she clutched her gym bag in one hand and used the other to dig in her coat pocket for her membership card.
Card located, she stepped up to the desk, ignoring the Christmas carols piping cheerfully through the speakers, the red-and-green tinsel draped along the counter, the fuzzy Santa hat perched on the head of the high-school boy who was there to check her in. His winning smile was impossible to avoid, though. “Merry Christmas,” he said.
“You, too,” Lori murmured, hoping her Scrooge mood didn’t show. But Christmas was for families, something she didn’t have in Whitehorn…not yet.
The boy took her card and wrote her name down in a ledger book. “New member?” he asked.
“Yes, I sure am.” She’d only been in Whitehorn a week, but she’d joined the gym the day after finding her small apartment and hours after she’d gone shopping for a winter-in-Montana wardrobe and groceries. To Lori, working out had become a necessity on a par with shelter, clothing and food.
“Texas?” the high-schooler asked as he handed back her card.
Lori frowned. “Texas?”
“Your accent.” The boy grinned. “My mom loves to watch those Dallas reruns.”
“Oh. No. I’m from South Carolina.” But she was never going back there. She couldn’t.
“South Carolina.” His forehead scrunched in thought, he leaned back in his chair. “Capital city, Columbia, population approximately 4 million, major economic features are textile manufacturing, tourism and agriculture.”
At Lori’s clear surprise, he grinned again. “County geography champ last year.”
This time Lori had to grin back, because