By Emily March
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Again. THREE Nic gave her reflection in the bathroom mirror one last look and wished she’d splurged on a new shade of lipstick for her date tonight. She’d worn a bronze shade for years. This was a new life. A new man. She should have a new lipstick. “Too late now,” she told her reflection. ” As Nic made her way downstairs, she admitted that referring to Bob Gerard as a “new man” was a stretch, since this was to be their first date and she’d only met Bob four days ago. He was part of the mayor’s plan D, a business consultant from Colorado Springs whom Hank Townsend had brought to town to identify any options for saving Eternity Springs they might have overlooked.
This time the weapon felt natural in his grip. He flicked off the safety and chambered a round. Shutting his eyes, he took one last deep breath. A sense of peace surrounded him like the snowfall, and he was ready. The force hit him without warning, a hard body blow to the back that knocked him forward and sent the Glock sailing from his grip. Weight settled atop him. Gabe’s thoughts flew like bullets. Not a man. Fur. An animal. Sharp claws dug into his back. Mountain lion? Would fangs sink into his neck?
A widowed, retired schoolteacher from South Carolina, Celeste wore her silver-gray hair in a stylish bob, spoke with a delightful, soft southern accent, and demonstrated an old-money class that blended with a youthful sense of fun. Nic adored her. ” Pleasure warmed the older woman’s eyes. “Thank you, dear. ” “Nope. Just selfish. ” A loud squeal blasted through the room. Celeste winced and sighed. ” Nic gave her new friend’s hand a comforting squeeze. Celeste had arrived in town this past spring with a treasure trove of books and a cranky, arthritic Persian cat.
Angel's Rest by Emily March