English Village Series, Book 2
At thirty-five-years of age, and with pressure from her adoptive mother, Lina Bright is ten days away from undergoing artificial insemination in London. She doesn’t need a husband. She travels to Oldcastle to meet her biological mother, a spinster who runs a village tea shop. To keep her mother’s secret, but determine her father’s identity, she fakes scouting for property to start a new school.
A bachelor at forty, Drew Compton is an English Professor in Oxford. Diagnosed with “poor swimmers,” his fiancée left him. He plans to live out his life alone, with his books. Disliking his mother’s secrets and controlling ways, he seldom returns to Oldcastle. But a chance meeting has him intrigued. Who is this chic Londoner?
As Lina’s plans for a school become a reality, romance blossoms, but roadblocks ensue. Will Lina and Drew trust in each other to overcome the difficulties and create a future together?
Page Count: 268
Word Count: 65715
He seemed unaware of her distress. Not that it was distress, although she had done a couple of squirms in the seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, squeezing her thighs tight. It was rather scrumptious thinking about where this might end. What was she thinking? She could not have a fling. Not now. Taking a deep breath, and avoiding his luscious bottom lip that begged to be nibbled, she focused her full attention on the conversation.
“Some adventurers walk the trail. Others bike it, and yet others take tour buses. Of course, it isn’t tourist season at the moment.” Drew put a few bills on the table. “I’m not certain if the tours are available.”
“No problem. I have a car, and GPS. I won’t get too lost.” It would have been nice if he hadn’t been tied up with meetings, and his mother. And if she didn’t have her own concerns. They could have explored together. He probably had a wealth of information. She normally didn’t feel this comfortable, or turned on, by a stranger, and that surprised her.
He checked his watch. “Sorry, I need to get on the road.”
“Thank you for breakfast.” Lina stood, shivered, already feeling the loss of his departure. She pulled on her coat and stuck her gloves in the pocket. “Lovely to talk with you. I hope to see you around the village. My shout next time.”
“Yes, well, the meeting…who knows how long that will last?” He looked worried, and a bit gloomy for a moment. “I may pop into the pub tonight, time permitting.” He smiled then, and his blue eyes twinkled. “You can buy me a beer.”
That sounded promising. Her gaze dropped to his mouth. She’d love to taste those lips. Feel the heat that emanated from him up close and personal. “I’ll look out for you.” Lina extended her hand. Better to leave this unexpected meeting casual, friendly. As much as her body tingled, anticipating what a kiss would be like, she had to remember she was about to be impregnated with some other stranger’s sperm.
They shook hands and the same initial surge of electricity was there, but the longer they held hands a sturdy warmth took over and that sent a spiral of hungry longing through her body. Normally men in her life were there for short periods. They’d both know what they were getting into from the very beginning. Nothing serious. No surprises. Love and romance were for the weak. It surprised her that she liked a lot of things about this man, and felt familiar with him already. She even cared about that worried look that had crossed his face again at the mention of the meeting.
She’d have made a move, even knowing it would be short-lived, if the timing had been better. She released his hand. Let him go with no promises. If they were destined to meet again, then they would. “So long, Mr. Compton,” she said with a wink. “See you around.”
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