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Sallinger, Elene: Reflection (The Chrysalis Series)

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Bridget Ross is a woman with a shameful secret. Despite a life full of success and close friends she denies herself her true desires in penance for the crimes she can't take back. Connor Reynolds is a man without a purpose. His own tragic past prevents him from putting down roots and pursuing his dreams. Their paths collide forcing them to face the ultimate question … is their love worth fighting for?

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‘Well,’ Claire said, ‘I can’t speak for Bridget, but I take my coffee very seriously, especially now.’ She rested an unconscious hand on her swelling abdomen.

A pang of deep envy shot through Bridget that she quickly stamped out. She wasn’t going there either. The spell was broken, however. As Mona and Claire discussed the merits of decaf coffee in satisfying her cravings yet protecting Claire’s unborn child from the effects of caffeine, her mind wandered back to the morning’s encounter with the jogger.

‘Care to share?’ Claire’s voice cut through her ruminations and she was surprised to see her two friends looking at her quite intently.

‘Pardon?’ She stalled for time.

‘Exactly what has got you scowling?’

‘I don’t know what ya’ll are talking about.’ Pretending a deep interest in the material of her skirt, she smoothed the napkin over her lap even as she blushed.

‘Spill, Bridget.’ Claire was looking at her with one eyebrow raised and worry colouring her hazel eyes.

Remorse flooded Bridget and she sighed deeply before saying, ‘I ran into someone this morning and it’s thrown me off.’

‘Who?’ Claire and Mona asked in unison.

‘I don’t know.’ She picked at her napkin before grabbing it and balling up in a fist. ‘I mean, I literally ran into him, or his dog at least. And then he frightened me, I pushed him, and then nearly tore his head off I was so rude.’ She was tripping over her words and not making an ounce of sense, and she knew it.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at her friends who were patiently waiting her out and started over. She filled them in on the encounter, her reaction, and her remaining disquiet. When she’d finished, Claire and Mona sat quietly, their sympathy evident in their faces. They knew her history. In that, at least, no explanation was required.

‘So,’ she said on a breathy sigh, ‘I behaved like a bitch. I can’t even apologise and it’s nagging at me badly.’

Claire reached out and squeezed her hand. ‘Stop being so hard on yourself. There isn’t one thing that happened that wasn’t a natural response. Both the fright and the attraction. You’re still a functioning woman, Bridget. You’re going to respond to men.’

Hot tears flooded Bridget’s eyes. It wasn’t the attraction she had a problem with, it was the stupidity that giving into attraction led you to. That was something she would never allow. The lesson she’d received had imprinted on her like indelible ink. Once was enough.

Mona took her other hand and began making soothing noises to her which only made Bridget laugh given the role reversal she now found herself in.

‘You guys are good to me, but stop. Seriously. I’ll be fine.’ She gently disengaged her hands and stood, reaching for her handbag. ‘Listen, I have to get to class, but I’ll see you guys this weekend, right?’ Their book club was meeting at Bibliophile as usual.

‘Yup,’ Mona said smiling.

‘Wouldn’t miss it.’ Claire grinned, considering her husband was the proprietor of the shop.

‘Good.’ She forced a grin. ‘I’ll see you ladies then.’ With a wave, she forced all thoughts but the upcoming lesson out of her mind as she stepped into the afternoon sunshine.

Pinewood University was the heart of River Rock. The city itself had grown up around the school and its economy was highly dependent on the university. The grounds were stately and looked very much like they must have looked when the school first opened in 1867. The verdant campus was surrounded by the trees of its namesake. The quad, so named for the four, expansive areas of manicured grass intersected by wide sidewalks that looked more like narrow roads, was crowded and thrumming with energy.

Groups of students clustered on the grass, studying or just hanging out. Their laptops and MP3 players were out of sync with the classicism of the campus and created a surreal feeling at times. Remove the students and you could have been in a Sherlock Holmes novel.

Connor was oblivious to the mystique as he hot-footed it across the quad, trying to get to the auditorium before he was any later. A quick glance at his watch told him it was pointless.

Dammit! He had to do better than this. He really did. But he hadn’t been able to resist the afternoon sun and the treasures he’d found in the local parks to sketch and photograph. Mothers and nannies with children at play. Dogs and their owners playing in the park. The shot he’d gotten of a Border Collie mid-flight with a Frisbee in her teeth and a look of pure adoration on her face as her owner clapped with joy had been awesome.

But it had also happened when he should have already been on his way to work. Sam, his boss, put up with his lateness because he was a hard worker and he stayed until the work was done. Truth be told, Connor liked his job. It afforded him solitude and time to think. For all that he was an observer and documenter of humanity he didn’t enjoy spending a tremendous amount of time among people. He liked to be on the edges, watching and recording. He didn’t like to be interacting.

Hence, his job was perfect for him. As a custodian for the university, Connor had plenty of solitude to think and observe. People never noticed the help. A janitor was invisible until there was a mess to be cleaned up.

Still, Connor loved the campus and the work. He’d finish whatever task was at hand, only to be caught by the play of light on the mosaic tile lining a hallway. He’d instantly be transported and have to dig into his ever-present backpack and grab either his camera or his CleanSlate in order to capture the image.

Today, though, Sam had asked him to come in on his day off and help set up for a concert that was taking place on campus. A popular up-and-coming group, C Note, was giving a concert, requiring the small sports arena to be arranged and the stage set up and prepped for the evening’s entertainment. In fact, sound check was in just under an hour. He’d better get a move on.

Connor picked up the pace and was so focused on making his way across the small campus that he almost didn’t register the voice calling out to him. Turning, he saw the crazy jogger from this morning headed his direction.

Shit! He had nowhere to go.

‘Hey there! Hold on.’

The redhead was still cute, but he remained wary as she hurried in his direction hampered by a clinging, pale green skirt and cream silk blouse that gave her a sexy, professional look.

He really didn’t want to stop. Well, he wanted to look, but he didn’t want a repeat of this morning. Still, his own sense of manners had him waiting for her to catch up to him. He must be a glutton for punishment.

She was breathless when she finally reached him, which of course brought out his inner Neanderthal because he couldn’t resist the sight of her heaving breasts. They were absolutely gorgeous. Full, and nicely showcased by her blouse. Just enough cleavage showed without making her appear slutty or undermining her professionalism. With a supreme force of will, he pulled his gaze away from her spectacular bosom and up to smirking green eyes.

‘Really? The once over?’ she said, but there was no heat in her voice, only that silky drawl that made him want her rubbing against him like a cat. His body certainly liked that idea and he had to put a major clampdown on the stirring in his groin.

‘You are incredibly gorgeous.’ He didn’t bother to hide his appreciation of her body which caught her off guard by the surprise that passed over her face at his words. ‘But you’re also dangerous for someone as tiny as you.’ He grinned and rubbed the spot on his chest where she’d pushed him.

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