About Someone To Trust
Megan McCormick certainly hadn't left Atlanta for the small mountain town of Laurel Crest looking for love. Far from it. She was running from her past and a broken heart when she was knocked over by the incredibly handsome veterinarian, Lee Grainger. Tired of the fast-paced life of the city, Lee is considering a permanent move to the mountains. His run-in with Megan has him believing he's there for more than a partnership in an animal hospital. After a case of mistaken identity is cleared up, Megan and Lee strike up a friendship. Lee is everything Megan ever wanted--smart, loyal and dedicated to his faith. But Megan has experienced deep betrayal twice. Can she come to terms with the secret that haunts her, get past her distrust of men and accept the love Lee offers?
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She never knew what hit her! One minute, Megan McCormick was walking down a sidewalk lined with quaint shops, and the next, her bottom was firmly planted on it. She was certain there would be an indentation left in the cement when—if—she got up.
Minutes before, Megan had been juggling too many packages and minding her own business. Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. She had been munching on an icing-filled chocolate chip cookie. They were her favorite, fresh from the bakery down the street. She tried not to frequent the wonderful place too often, lest she sabotage a lot of dental work and diligent exercising, but today, she was having a treat. Hey, a girl deserved to have her favorite cookie every once in a while.
She’d also been somewhat engrossed in the couple strolling hand-in-hand just ahead of her. Admittedly, she was an avid people-watcher and
they intrigued her. As caught up in one another as they were, they were oblivious to observance.
Love was in the air, as spring announced the impending, jubilant arrival of summer, with melting snow cascading down the mountainside, creating trickles in some places and streams in others. Wildflowers were springing up where the warm sun kissed the ground, while birds, returning from their winter flight south, heralded their arrival home with triumphant chirping.
The young couple must have been affected by the springtime bounty of love, for they stopped every several feet to touch, to whisper or to simply smile
into one another’s eyes. For a few moments, Megan gazed at them wistfully. Though the tender scene was one stories were made of, it aroused unwanted memories for Megan, causing her heart to ache. She had been in love—once. She had been a complete fool. A blind fool. One who should have known better.
Stop it! She silently admonished herself, trying to regain control of her tortured thoughts.
You have rehashed this so many times! So much so, she was sick and tired of it. She could only take comfort in the fact she was wiser now and would never be taken advantage of again. Men simply were not to be trusted and storybook romance was just a story. Trumped-up love for novels, which were sold to dreamers who walked around with their heads in the clouds. As for Megan, her feet were now planted firmly on the ground. She held little hope—or desire—of ever being knocked over by Prince Charming on a white steed.
Megan was so busy arguing with herself that she wasn’t paying any attention to where she was going or what pace she was keeping. Just as she
rounded the corner, an impact caused Megan to lose her footing and her packages went sailing. Her arms flailed desperately in the air as she tried without success to catch herself.
Womp!Bemused, she shook her head, looking around at the myriad of color now blanketing the walkway. Her packages were scattered everywhere. Then she noticed, much to her amazement, a rather large pair of hiking boots planted firmly beneath the contents of some of those purchases.
Megan gasped. The brick wall she had run into came with feet! She allowed her eyes to trail upward, past the long length of a masculine frame and the
very broad shoulders, until she was staring into the most incredible, albeit concern-filled, gray eyes she’d ever seen. Now those are eyes out of a novel.
“Are you all right?” a deep voice asked.
Everything except her pride.
“I think so,” she mumbled, feeling the heat rise
to her cheeks.
“Are you hurt?”
Certainly! However, she refused to tell him
where.Instead, Megan shook her head.
“Here. Let me help you up,” he offered, and before she could protest, two strong arms hoisted her to her feet. Flushing, Megan peered into eyes that
were now twinkling with amusement.
Was he laughing at her? Of all the nerve! Jaw tilting and back stiffening, Megan huffed,“It is not funny; you really should watch where you’re walking.”
All right, so she shouldn’t blame him, but she
was miffed. How dare he laugh at her?
“You are absolutely right. I beg your pardon.” He sounded sincere enough, but why was he staring at her? Why was he wearing that ridiculous grin? Had she grown two heads or something?
Resisting the urge to rub her aching bottom, Megan self-consciously ran her fingers across her chestnut hair which, except for a few escaping
tendrils, was still in a tidy bun. Her sunglasses had slipped unceremoniously down her nose, but that wasn’t funny. Was he going to let her in on it, or had
she just simply bumped into a lunatic?
So much for Prince Charming!
“Um, you have icing smeared above your lip and uh…chocolate on your teeth.” The brick wall cleared his throat. She just knew he was trying not to laugh.
That’s just great! She was now wearing the fresh, chocolate chip, icing-filled cookie. She rolled her eyes heavenward! Megan looked around for something to wipe her face.