by Tara Randel
Can a love built on lies...
...survive the truth?
Serena Stanhope fears her dark past might ruin the life she’s built as a successful shop owner. Especially when handsome Logan Masterson suddenly arrives in town asking questions about her background. He seems to have his own secrets, but the pair share an instant connection and Serena finds herself falling for Logan. He could destroy everything—or he could be the chance at love she thought she’d never have...
As they passed under a lamppost, Logan looked down at her.
Being this close, his heart raced like he’d set off a trip wire. His grandmother’s words echoed in his head. Take a chance. Before he realized it, he and Serena had reached her door.
“Thanks for walking me home. It was very gentlemanly of you.”
“My pleasure, but I have to admit, I have an ulterior motive.”
Her brow wrinkled. “You do?”
He moved into the space between them. Surprise lit her eyes, then a slow smile curved her lips. He inhaled her lavender scent. Placed his hands on her hips. Leaned down and whispered, “Too bad there are no fireflies to make some magic.”
“That’s okay. I think we can make our own magic.”
She slipped her arms around him and stood on tiptoe. He lowered his mouth to hers, brushing her lips with his, once, twice, before settling in for a long kiss.
Dear Reader,
How do you trust someone? Especially when you have secrets you’ve been hiding your entire life? Serena Stanhope has secrets and she’s unwilling to reveal them, until Logan Masterson shows up in her life. It’s bad enough that she finds him extremely attractive and he manages to get under her skin. But reveal her past? That’s a tall order.
Welcome back to Golden and the Meet Me at the Altar series. The Matthews brothers are still hunting down leads on their widowed mother’s boyfriend. And Serena might just have the answers they need. But as we all know, nothing in life is a given. Even when we try to hide the truth, it has a way of being exposed, especially when love is involved.
I hope you enjoy Serena and Logan’s story. They gave me a run for the money, but I enjoyed every moment I spent as these two walked down the rocky road to love. And their path was more rocky than others.
Happy reading!
Tara
TRUSTING HER HEART
Tara Randel
www.millsandboon.com.au
TARA RANDEL is an award-winning USA TODAY bestselling author. Family values, a bit of mystery, and, of course, love and romance are her favorite themes, because she believes love is the greatest gift of all. Tara lives on the west coast of Florida, where gorgeous sunsets and beautiful weather inspire the creation of heartwarming stories. This is her ninth book for Harlequin Heartwarming. Visit Tara at tararandel.com. Like her on Facebook at Tara Randel Books.
To Karen Rock, my wonderful critique partner and, best of all, my good friend.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Excerpt from Falling for Her Bodyguard by Amy Vastine
CHAPTER ONE
“MY DEAR, IF I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to elude my grandson.”
Serena Stanhope was most definitely trying to stay off Logan Masterson’s radar. So far so good, even though his grandmother came up with every reason under the sun to make Serena’s hiding impossible.
“He only gets to town once in a while. I was really hoping you two could get to know each other.”
In the two years she’d lived in Golden, Georgia, Serena had learned that Mrs. Masterson was a notorious matchmaker. It was well-known she was bound and determined to see her two grandsons stand at the altar. Problem was, neither was engaged, dating or playing the field. Serena was afraid the woman had ulterior motives by showing up here today, but couldn’t deny she enjoyed Mrs. Masterson’s company.
“I’ve been really busy.” Serena’s excuse danced off the tip of her tongue as she tidied a stack of sales slips and placed them in a plastic bin beside the register. “The summer flew by, and with all the new art projects I’ve started, I simply keep missing him.”
Mrs. Masterson, petite, with an expertly coiffed head of white hair and dressed in a pastel blue suit, turned to view Serena’s store, Blue Ridge Cottage. “I will admit, your newest creations are lovely. But so is having a life, and you, my dear, do not have one.”
If this comment had come from anyone else, Serena might have been offended. Even if it might be a teensy bit true. But this was Gayle Ann Masterson, matriarch of the venerable Masterson family, who were very important in Golden.
All the more reason to steer clear of them.
Serena walked from behind the counter, her flat sandals clapping against the tile floor. She’d dressed in a blue-and-white-patterned dress today—her store colors—and hoped it emphasized her point. “My life is the store.”
Mrs. Masterson huffed, then checked her watch.
Personal conversation averted, Serena thought. “Is there anything I can help you with today, Mrs. Masterson?”
“I told you, ‘Mrs. M.’ will do. And can’t I drop in to visit one of my favorite tenants?”
Business was slow today, and her assistant didn’t come in until later this afternoon, so Serena was happy for the company. “Certainly, you can. I thought maybe you were shopping for something specific.”
“You know I adore your store.”
Serena grinned as she gazed at her colorful merchandise. “So do I.”
Blue Ridge Cottage was Serena’s dream come true. Her refuge, as well as the business in which she poured all her creative energy. She tucked a strand of long hair behind her ear, then picked up a box of stationery, running her finger over the clear top, still amazed that she’d been fortunate enough to meet and surpass her goal.
One entire wall of the store featured original hand-drawn greeting cards and postcards. She came up with every design herself, inspired mostly by the beautiful north Georgia mountains. Nature had always appealed to her as a subject and thankfully she’d found a way to capitalize on a theme she loved.
Tables were scattered around the showroom floor and offered original stationery, fancy pens, bookmarks and a host of other related paper supplies. Some days she had to pinch herself at the reality of all this being hers. She’d scrimped, saved and worked hard to land here. There was no going back.
She crossed the room to a rustic hutch, bought at a garage sale and repurposed, the shelves now containing colorful boxes of stationery. Serena picked up a box tied with a jaunty sage-colored ribbon and inhaled the scent of crisp paper. “What do you think of this new print?”
Mrs. M. took it, tilted her head. “Let me guess. The view from Bailey’s Point?”
“Yes. I hiked up there and took tons of pictures. Came up not only with the writing paper, but a series of greeting cards. So worth the trip.”
During college, Serena’s roommate, Carrie, had dragged her to the mountains for a minivacation. Serena had been instantly enchanted. The small towns, untouched woods and waterfalls, winding roads and brick houses among tall trees, made easy subjects for her artwork. She could spend hours in one
place, perched on a rock or at the edge of a scenic mountain overlook, sketching the local sights her customers had come to expect from her. Golden had captured her fancy immediately, enough that when the time came, she’d made the decision to settle here and open her first store.
The quaint downtown, with six blocks of multicolored buildings that housed all kinds of tourist shops, restaurants and small businesses, had beckoned her as she drove down Main Street. Once she roamed the sidewalks, she fell in love with the homey touches, from the cast-iron lampposts supporting hanging planters overflowing with flowers, to the inviting aromas from the local coffee shop and bakery. She was hooked. Right then and there she’d decided to make Golden her home.
“Are you sure?” her BFF, Carrie, had asked. “You’ve always talked about settling in a big city.”
Breathing in the fresh mountain air laced with pine and wildflowers, being serenaded by cheery chirping birds, she couldn’t have been any more sure. While Carrie, who’d created the website for Serena’s business, had declined her invitation to move with her, Serena counted her blessings every time she unlocked the doors to her very own store and viewed the town she called home from the wide window.
Mrs. M. replaced the box, drawing Serena from thoughts of her good fortune. “Hmm. Explains why Logan keeps missing you.”
Yes, fortunately it did. She had no intention of being matched with anyone. “I have to keep my designs fresh and new.”
Her landlady did not look convinced.
Serena bit back a chuckle. She really admired the older woman. Sweet, with a backbone of steel, she had given Serena her first real chance in a brick-and-mortar retail store. Located in the middle of a block on Main Street, it was a prime location in this up-and-coming vacation town. The business that had started online had grown into the building where she was standing today and was everything she’d ever hoped for.
No way would she let anyone take this away from her.
“I still love your original work,” Mrs. M. said. “Your aunt Mary was a wonderful influence.”
Aunt Mary. Right. The legend behind the business. Silently cringing, Serena went about straightening merchandise.
“It’s a shame she passed. I would have loved to meet her.”
“She would have loved you, too,” Serena said over her shoulder as she replaced the box.
“I don’t like the idea of you all alone.”
“We’ve had this conversation many times,” Serena said, her movements brisk as she fussed around the shop. “I’m very happy the way I am.”
Mrs. M. arched an eyebrow. “Single?”
Serena suppressed a grin, then said, “There are many single women who live rich and productive lives.”
“You don’t even have a pet.”
“Maybe someday.”
She’d always wanted a cat, but she and her dad had jumped from town to town growing up. There was no way they could look after an animal, or at times, afford one. Her upbringing had been unconventional at best, but she’d loved her father and went along with his schemes.
“Since you’re here, I have something I’d like to run by you,” Serena said, pressing a hand to her stomach. She hadn’t planned on broaching the subject today, but since Mrs. M. had stopped by, there was no time like the present.
Interest gleamed in Mrs. Masterson’s blue eyes. “Anything.”
“You remember how I told you I started my business right out of college.”
“Something about a business model in a financial class?”
Serena smiled at the memory. “Correct. We had to conceive and build a business—on paper, that is—and since I loved to doodle, I came up with greeting cards. After creating the business plan, figuring out how to launch the idea and acquiring funding, I was hooked.”
“Didn’t you work for a greeting-card company right out of school?”
“For two years, to get experience, but I was actively drawing, building up inventory. Once I had enough product, I launched my website.”
Shaking her head, Mrs. Masterson frowned. “I don’t understand doing business over the computer.” She held up a hand to stop Serena from explaining the advantages. “I’ve heard it all, mostly from you, my dear. But I’ve also been in business a long time, and let me say, there is nothing like face-to-face transactions.”
Said the outgoing extrovert who dealt in local real estate.
“That’s the main reason I opened the store, once my online presence grew,” Serena continued. “But at least I had an established product and a bottom line, which made the timing perfect to branch out.” Breathing in the soothing scent of lavender—she’d hung dried sprigs of her favorite flower around the shop—she got back on track. “Having said all that, I’d like to expand. I was wondering if you might be interested in investing in my company, BRC, Co.”
“An investment opportunity? Hmm.” The older woman tapped her chin with a finger. Her shrewd eyes narrowed.
Trying not to let her nerves get the better of her, Serena wandered to the counter. The business wasn’t in dire straits yet, but paying back personal debts had kept her from reinvesting in the store like she’d hoped. Just to look at the store, Mrs. Masterson might wonder why she needed an influx of cash, and she’d be right. The debt was private, coming from her own savings dipping lower and lower every month.
“Why now?” Mrs. Masterson finally asked.
“To be honest, I didn’t project my costs accurately enough for the Summer Gold Celebration. We had more foot traffic in town this summer than the prior year. My printing invoices have risen, and I’d like to offer more classes, which means ordering more supplies.” Serena paused, licked her dry lips. “I have a copy of the proposal in my office if you’re interested.”
“So you’re looking for more than our current landlord-slash-tenant dealings?”
“Yes. If you feel comfortable investing,” Serena said quickly. Asking for money was tricky, no matter how much practice a person had. “If not, I’m happy with our current arrangement.”
When Serena had arrived in town, she’d known at first glance that she wanted her store located in the whitewashed two-story building. After contacting the rental agency and learning the amount of the monthly rent, she thought it might be too much for her budget. Until she found out the rent included both the shop downstairs and a roomy apartment upstairs. It was tight, but she had enough capital to get started. That was two years ago. Her reputation was growing, as evidenced by steadily rising online sales. But her heart was here in the store, talking to customers and encouraging people to recapture the lost art of writing letters and cards, of all kinds, and all the things that went with that personalized effort.
She’d immediately painted the front door to the shop a bright sapphire blue. She placed an antique table she’d found at a thrift store right in front of the large store window, arranging the best of her inventory in an appealing display to catch the eye of shoppers passing by. Blue Ridge Cottage, stenciled in bold white letters, took center place on the main window along with an Open/Closed flip sign in the corner. The hours were posted on the door. Her assistant had come up with a sandwich board to put on the sidewalk directly in front of the store to advertise specials of the week and class schedules featuring painting and calligraphy, to name a few.
Along with her rent, Serena also received weekly visits from Mrs. M. She liked to think that beyond the professional aspect, she and Mrs. Masterson were friends of sorts. Perhaps the widow’s visits were more about getting out of the house and being with people than about business. Either way, Serena enjoyed their chats.
“As you know, I never make a decision on the spot.”
Serena did know that. The Mastersons owned a huge bulk of real estate in Golden, corporately and privately. Mrs. Masterson had her own business dealings as well as property she leased. Serena had heard her call her monthly income
“mad money.”
“Why don’t you give me your proposal. I’ll look it over and run it by my financial adviser if I’m interested.”
“That would be great. I’ll be right back.” Excitement rushing through her, Serena quickly went to the small work space she called an office to collect the proposal. She’d spent nearly a month going over projections, assembling all the information an investor required—profit-and-loss statements, balance sheets, projections—and placed them all together in a professional presentation. When she returned, Mrs. Masterson had moved to the window. She checked her watch again, the third time since she’d come into the store, Serena noted.
“Here you go,” Serena said. “If you need to get to an appointment, we can sit and talk another time.”
Mrs. M. waved her off. “No hurry.”
“Are you sure? You’ve been looking at the time ever since you came in.”
“Oh, that? It’s nothing.”
Mrs. Masterson didn’t do anything without a reason. By her cagey expression, Serena suspected she was up to something matchmaking related.
After slipping the folder into her large handbag, Mrs. Masterson crossed her arms. “I’m afraid I will need to get moving along fairly soon. My son scheduled a meeting at our office.”
“Like I said, I’ll be happy with whatever decision you come up with.” Securing the money would be the best scenario, but Serena knew better than to pressure potential investors.
The store phone rang. “Excuse me.” She hurried to the counter, reaching over to pick up the handset. “Blue Ridge Cottage.”
For the next ten minutes, Serena took a special order for a baby announcement, also part of her business model. She’d become the local go-to for unique wedding invitations, special birthday and anniversary party invitations, and baby announcements. When she hung up, she was surprised to see her visitor still in the store.
She asked Mrs. Masterson if she would like some coffee, when a wide smile curved the older woman’s lips and her eyes lit up.
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