Ruth Herne - Small-Town Hearts

“Life in a small town.”

“Oh, yes. Not much gets by people here. But in this case, the rumor mill has taken a very positive slant on this newcomer.”

“He’s…nice.”

“Nice?” Alyssa’s furrowed brow invited more.

“And funny.”

“Humor in a man is a wonderful thing. It almost makes them palatable. Tell me more.”

Megan squirmed. “That’s it. He’s here for eight weeks on business, has a great smile. Not too tall, but tall enough that I look up to him.”

“Oh, really?”

“Stop. He’s just a tenant. And I’ve scarcely seen him. But he’s got great eyes.”

“Does he now?” Alyssa leaned forward, heightened interest arching her brows, lighting her eyes. “Do you think he’s good-looking? Because I’ve heard he’s hot enough to burn toast in a microwave.”

Megan laughed, considered, then nodded. “I can’t disagree, although your analogy’s a little strange. And he’s smart. Quick-witted. And totally off-limits.”

“Why?”

Megan raised her hands up. “Let’s backtrack to the ‘here for eight weeks’ part of the conversation. He leaves. I stay. I don’t need another bout of heartache, particularly in the public view again. Seriously, Lyssa, cut me some slack, okay? Once was hard. Twice was torture. No way in this world am I going for a third round. Uh-uh. I’m doing strategic planning to keep my heart intact.”

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