Diamond in the Ruff (Matchmaking Mamas, 17, Band 2362) - Softcover

Buch 20 von 36: Matchmaking Mamas

Ferrarella, Marie

 
9780373658442: Diamond in the Ruff (Matchmaking Mamas, 17, Band 2362)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0373658443 ISBN 13: 9780373658442
Verlag: Harlequin Special Edition, 2014

Inhaltsangabe

A FUR-EVER FAMILY 

Baker Lily Langtry isn't one to commit to anything more than her mouthwatering pastries. So when a puppy appears at her door, she's stunned at her new responsibilities…and how quick she is to fall for the adorable creature. But Lily gets more than she bargains for when she takes the cute canine to visit strikingly handsome town vet Christopher Whitman. 

Unaware of the Matchmaking Mamas' scheme to bring them together, Lily and Christopher give in to an immediate attraction. The good doctor shows her the ropes—or leash—in pet ownership…among other things, which causes Lily to question her fear of love. Can this shy beauty take a chance on the strong, steadfast man of her dreams?

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This USA TODAY bestselling and RITA ® Award-winning author has written more than two hundred books for Harlequin Books and Silhouette Books, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide. Visit her website at www.marieferrarella.com.

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Okay, how did it get to be so late?

The exasperated, albeit rhetorical, question echoed almost tauntingly in her brain as Lily Langtry hurried through her house, checking to make sure she hadn't left any of her ground-floor windows open or her back door unlocked. There hadn't been any break-ins in her neighborhood, but she lived alone and felt that you could never be too careful.

The minutes felt as if they were racing by.

There was a time when she was not only on time but early for everything from formal appointments to the everyday events that took place in her life. But that was before her mother had passed away, before she was all alone and the only one who was in charge of the details of her life.

It seemed to her that even when she was taking care of her mother and holding down the two jobs that paying off her mother's medical bills necessitated, she had usually been far more organized and punctual than she was these days. Now that there was only one of her, in essence only one person to be responsible for, her ability to be on top of things seemed to have gone right out the window. If she intended to be ready by eight, in her mind she had to shoot for seven-thirty—and even that didn't always pan out the way she hoped it would.

This morning she'd told herself she would be out the door by seven. It was now eight-ten and she was just stepping into her high heels.

"Finally," she mumbled as she grabbed her bag and launched herself out the front door while simultaneously searching for her keys. The latter were currently eluding detection somewhere within the nether regions of her oversize purse.

Preoccupied, engaged in the frantic hunt that was making her even later than she already was, Lily wasn't looking where she was going.

Which was why she almost stepped on him.

Looking back, in her defense, she hadn't been expecting anything to be on her doorstep, much less a moving black ball of fur that yipped pathetically when her foot came down on his paw.

Jumping backward, Lily's hand went protectively over her chest to contain the heart that felt as if it was about to leap out of it. Lily dropped her purse at the same time.

Containing more things in it than the average overstuffed suitcase, the purse came down with a thud, further frightening the already frightened black ball of fur—which she now saw was a Labrador puppy.

But instead of running, as per the puppy manual, the large-dog-in-training began to lick her shoe.

Since the high heels Lily had selected to wear this morning were open-toe sandals, the upshot was that the puppy was also licking her toes. The end result of that was that the fast-moving little pink tongue was tickling her toes at the same time.

Surprised, stunned, as well as instantly smitten, Lily crouched down to the puppy's level, her demanding schedule temporarily put on hold.

"Are you lost?" she asked the puppy.

Since she was now down to his level, the black Labrador puppy abandoned her shoes and began to lick her face instead. Had there been a hard part to Lily's heart, it would have turned to utter mush as she completely capitulated, surrendering any semblance of control to her unexpected invader.

When she finally rose back up to her feet, Lily looked in both directions along the residential through street where she lived to see if anyone was running up or down the block, frantically searching for a lost pet.

It was apparent that no one was since all she saw was Mr. Baker across the street getting into his midlife-crisis vehicle—a sky-blue Corvette—which he drove to work every morning.

Since it wasn't moving, Lily took no note of the beige sedan parked farther down the block and across the street. Nor did she notice the older woman who was slouched down in the driver's seat.

The puppy appeared to be all alone.

She looked back at the puppy, who was back to licking her shoes. Pulling first one foot back, then the other, she only succeeded in drawing the dog into her house because the Labrador's attention was completely focused on her shoes.

"Looks like your family hasn't realized that you're missing yet," she told the puppy.

The Lab glanced up, cocking his head as if he was hanging on her every word. Lily couldn't help wondering if the animal understood her. She knew people who maintained that dogs only understood commands that had been drilled into their heads, but she had her doubts about that. This one was actually making eye contact and she was certain that he was taking in every word.

"I have to go to work," she told her fuzzy, uninvited guest.

The Labrador continued watching her as if she was the only person in the whole world. Lily knew when she'd lost a battle.

She sighed and stepped back even farther into her foyer, allowing the puppy access to her house.

"Oh, all right, you can come in and stay until I get back," she told the puppy, surrendering to the warm brown eyes that were staring up at her so intently.

If she was letting the animal stay here, she had to leave it something to eat and drink, she realized. Turning on her heel, Lily hurried back the kitchen to leave the puppy a few last-minute survival items.

She filled a soup bowl full of water and extracted a few slices of roast beef she'd picked up from the supermarket deli on her way home last night.

Lily placed the latter on a napkin and put both bowl and napkin on the floor.

"This should hold you until I get back," she informed the puppy. Looking down, she saw that the puppy, who she'd just assumed would follow her to a food source, was otherwise occupied. He was busy gnawing on one of the legs of her kitchen chair. "Hey!" she cried. "Stop that!"

The puppy went right on gnawing until she physically separated him from the chair. He looked up at her, clearly confused.

In her house for less than five minutes and the Labrador puppy had already presented her with a dilemma, Lily thought.

"Oh, God, you're teething, aren't you? If I leave you here, by the time I get back it'll look like a swarm of locusts had come through, won't it?" She knew the answer to that one. Lily sighed. It was true what they said, no good deed went unpunished. "Well, you can't stay here, then." Lily looked around the kitchen and the small family room just beyond. Almost all the furniture, except for the TV monitor, was older than she was. "I don't have any money for new furniture."

As if he understood that he was about to be put out again, the puppy looked up at her and then began to whine.

Pathetically.

Softhearted to begin with, Lily found that she was no match for the sad little four-footed fur ball. Closing the door on him would be akin to abandoning the puppy in a snowdrift.

"All right, all right, all right, you can come with me," she cried, giving in. "Maybe someone at work will have a suggestion as to what I can do with you."

Lily stood for a minute, studying the puppy warily. Would it bite her if she attempted to pick it up? Her experience with dogs was limited to the canines she saw on television. After what she'd just witnessed, she knew that she definitely couldn't leave the puppy alone in her house. At the same time, she did have the uneasy feeling that the Labrador wasn't exactly trained to be obedient yet.

Still, trained or not, she felt as if she should at least try to get the puppy to follow her instructions. So she walked back over to the front door. The puppy was watching her every move intently, but remained exactly where he was. Lily...

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Verlag
Harlequin Special Edition
Erscheinungsdatum
2014
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0373658443
ISBN 13 
9780373658442
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Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
224
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