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Lessons in Love (Heartsong Presents, Band 1059) - Softcover

Lehman, Yvonne

 
9780373486700: Lessons in Love (Heartsong Presents, Band 1059)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0373486707 ISBN 13: 9780373486700
Verlag: Love Inspired Heartsong Presents, 2013

Inhaltsangabe

Megan Conley can't believe her eyes 

That handsome man who keeps popping up all over town looks a lot like her boyfriend, Michael. But Megan hasn't seen him since he vanished unexpectedly, leaving her searching for answers. Turns out the stranger is Michael's cousin, Noah, and he seems to have her best interests at heart. Could Noah help explain Michael's absence? 

Noah can't deny his attraction to Megan. But he made a promise to his cousin, and he's a man of his word. He'll help her move on with her life—but he can go no further. Unless the key he holds to Michael's disappearance is also the key to Megan's heart…

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

YVONNE LEHMAN is a best-selling author with more than 3,000,000 books in print, founded and directed the Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference for 25 years, directs the Blue Ridge “Autumn in the Mountains” Novelist Retreat and mentors for the Christian Writers Guild. She earned a Master’s Degree in English from Western Carolina University and has taught English and Creative Writing on the college level. She lives in western North Carolina.

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Megan Conley didn't know if it was the heavy rainfall or a trick of her mind that made her think there was a blurry figure on that front porch as she drove past the house of her missing boyfriend, Michael.

A few days ago a dim light had glowed from a front window. By the time she found enough nerve to return, she encountered only a dark, locked house with no car parked either on the street or in back. A couple days ago she'd thought she glimpsed him in his car near the historic tour company. She'd blinked in surprise, and when she looked again, he wasn't there and the car wasn't Michael's.

Neither her mind nor her eyes seemed to work right anymore. Not since she'd received the text message she kept staring at as if it would change. He spelled out the words, instead of using shorthand text, as if that might make things clearer. It didn't.

I'M SORRY. FORGIVE ME. WILL EXPLAIN LATER. WITH LOVE, MICHAEL.

She'd signed "with love" on notes to male and female friends, relatives and even acquaintances and knew it didn't necessarily mean "I love you." So what was he saying? Where had he gone—and why?

He'd been gone more than a month. She wasn't able to reach him by phone. His mom said she didn't know any more than Megan knew. "Michael is…" Mrs. Nansen had said, paused, then added, "unpredictable at times. But he's a good boy. He means well."

Boy?

Michael was 27. Three years older than she. He wasn't exactly a boy. She could think of many excuses for why he might leave. If he had found someone else, he only had to say so. In the past months, she'd had a few "say so" thoughts of her own about Michael.

She was well aware that people changed their minds—and their hearts. For more than three years, her friend Annabelle had planned to marry Wesley. But from the moment Symon DeBerry Sinclair returned to Savannah, he and Annabelle began to fall in love. Maybe Michael had fallen in love with someone else.

Megan pulled into the mall parking lot and found a space far down the row. After all the media coverage given to Sy DeBerry, the New York Times best-selling author now known as "Savannah's native son," all the city had probably turned out for the signing of his latest book.

The rain had stopped, and the afternoon sun shone brightly. Were it not for the visible humidity rising from the puddles on the pavement, she'd think it hadn't rained at all but that her eyes had simply grown hazy rather than filled with the tears that sometimes threatened lately.

She hurried inside and, upon reaching the bookstore, saw Lizzie and Annabelle near the entrance.

"I should buy a copy of Symon's book," Megan said.

Annabelle gestured to the crowded store. "Look at that line. All of Savannah has come out."

Megan glanced around. "Just what I was thinking."

"Anyway," Lizzie put in. "Annabelle said Symon will give us autographed copies if we'll be nice little bridesmaids and not make a fiasco of their wedding." She shook her head. "I made no promises."

Her mind still elsewhere, Megan took a deep breath as her gaze scanned the corridor. Lizzie took hold of her arm. "Not a good day?"

Annabelle spoke sympathetically. "We can look at dresses another time."

Megan shook her head. "No. I've told you before—don't tiptoe around me. This thing about Michael is more confusing than anything." She sighed. "But…I thought I saw him again."

"Isn't that a possibility?" Lizzie said.

Megan lifted her hands in a helpless gesture. She had no idea where Michael might be.

"Let's get something to drink," Annabelle suggested. "And you can tell us about it."

"We'll look at the dresses first," Megan countered. "Life doesn't stop for me." She meant it and joined in the conversation as they headed for the Bridal Shoppe. They examined several different styles of bridesmaid's dresses. "The strapless might be better for outside."

Lizzie wrinkled her nose. "My shoulders would end up with more freckles."

"Your freckles are beautiful," Annabelle said. "Anyway, wedding ceremonies never last long and the reception tables will have umbrellas."

"But on second thought," Lizzie mused. "If I did get more freckles, I'd just be auburn skinned. Could join the circus. Maybe meet a man who—"

They continued to chat and joke, and they decided to give more thought and discussion to dresses and plans. When they got to the restaurant, Megan slipped into the booth and sat opposite her friends.

After the waitress came and they ordered sodas, Annabelle reached over and gently tapped Megan's hand. "Now, do you want to talk about having seen Michael?"

Megan sighed. "It's probably my imagination. Or," she said, looking at the sympathetic green eyes of her redheaded friend, "like you said, Lizzie—maybe I did see him. He may still be around and just doesn't want to see me."

Their condescending nods made Megan feel worse. She wasn't one to wallow in…what? Self-pity? Being dumped? Or was Michael sick? "Or," she continued, "maybe his dad or someone else was checking on the house." She slapped the booth's tabletop. "I'm going to forget it. We have a wedding to plan. Annabelle, have you decided on your colors?"

The conversation paused as the waitress brought their drinks. After unwrapping her straw and taking a sip through it, Annabelle said, "Whatcha think? Coral?"

Lizzie screeched and grabbed her mop of thick auburn hair. "Not with this hair. What about blue, to match your eyes?"

"Or," Megan mused. "Spring green. You'll have the white carpeted aisle, white wedding chairs, lush green lawn and backdrop of deeper green trees and bushes. Then there are all those blooming flowers Symon planted. The white arbor can be decorated with vines, flowers and yellow ribbon."

Both stared at her with thoughtful expressions and Lizzie began to nod. Annabelle pointed a graceful finger at her. "You have a knack for this, friend. It's sounding perfect. Now, should the ribbon be satin or mesh or—"

Megan was nodding and smiling about her suggestion being accepted. Then she heard no more. Her gaze focused beyond them to the entrance of the restaurant. Her jaw came unhinged and her mouth opened.

"What?" her friends were saying.

"H-he's there," she whispered.

They turned to look. "Who? Where?"

"He left." Megan took several breaths. "He looked straight at me. And then he turned and walked out."

"Michael?" Annabelle asked.

"Yes." She sighed. "No." She began beating the ice in her glass with her straw, then stopped, moved her hands to her lap and held them. Looking over at her friends, she tried to explain. "That wasn't him. But at first glance I thought it was. H-he looked like Michael."

Now her friends stared at her with pity written all over their faces.

Megan stirred her soda. "Well, I didn't get a good look but he resembled Michael. His hair." She pleaded with her eyes for them to believe her. "You know, nobody has hair like his unless it's from a box."

She remembered even having looked at a box for the exact color and the best she had come up with was light blond, almost platinum. But the sun could make it look golden or silver, depending on the time of day. "He was kind...

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Verlag
Love Inspired Heartsong Presents
Erscheinungsdatum
2013
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0373486707
ISBN 13 
9780373486700
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Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
192
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