by Mae Nunn
Could he really be Professor Perfect?
A handsome professor in a flannel shirt and a Texas Rangers cap? Returning to university just became less intimidating—and more intriguing—than Sarah Eason expected. As a widow in her thirties and single mom of three, Sarah’s hardly a typical coed. Except Professor Cullen Temple is starting to make her feel like one. He’s brilliant, attentive, incredibly sweet…and he’s winning over her girls. Yet there’s something troubled in those gray eyes. Something that makes her wonder if he might be too good to be true.
Plus a bonus short story by USA TODAY bestselling author Ingrid Weaver
“Sounds like your date’s here.”
“Cut it out,” Cullen said, dismissing his brother’s insinuation. “The lady needed a friend and I happened to be in the right place at the right moment.”
“Yeah, well just watch your step or you’ll have a ready-made family on your hands.”
A ready-made family…
A knock on the door resounded in the entry hall. Rocket began to bark in earnest and giggly girls squealed in response on the front porch. The tranquility of his home was about to be shattered, for the day at least, and he had no one to blame but himself.
A ready-made family?
Perish the thought!
Dear Reader,
Welcome back to East Texas and life with the Temple Brothers, whose stories are unfolding Deep in the Heart. In Fatherhood 101 you’re going to fall for Cullen Temple, named for Texas oilman and philanthropist Roy Cullen. Cullen’s life seems to be an open book, but in truth it’s more like a confidential file. When an abandoned pup, a young widow and three little girls invade his quiet life, Cullen must decide which is his greater fear: risking the best thing that’s ever happened to him or risking his grip on reality. In true Lone Star State fashion, Cullen will sweep you off your high heel boots and along with him on his search for happiness.
Before the year is out, you’re also going to get to know Joiner Temple through the eyes of my new writing partner, Gwen Ford Faulkenberry. Gwen is a high school coach’s wife, English teacher and a busy mother of four who knows firsthand the joys and dramas of a big family. Gwen will take Joiner on a wild ride as the polo-playing Temple brother learns how to be a real cowboy.
Until we meet again, let your light shine!
Mae Nunn
Mae Nunn
Fatherhood 101
Table of Contents
Fatherhood by Mae Nunn
Finders Keepers by Ingrid Weaver
MAE NUNN
grew up in Houston and graduated from the University of Texas with a degree in communications. When she fell for a transplanted Englishman living in Atlanta, she moved to Georgia and made an effort to behave like a Southern belle. But when she found that her husband was quite agreeable to life as a born-again Texan, Mae happily returned to her cowgirl roots and cowboy boots! In 2008 Mae retired from thirty years of corporate life to focus on her career as a full-time author.
Other books by Mae Nunn
HARLEQUIN HEARTWARMING
COWBOY IN THE KITCHEN*
MORE ROOM FOR LOVE
HER LOVE NEXT DOOR
*Deep in the Heart
Mae Nunn
Fatherhood 101
“All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” —Abraham Lincoln
This book is dedicated to you, Mama. You were my spiritual guide, my champion, my conscience and my example of a Proverbs 31 woman. I miss you so very much.
Wilma Ruth Holliday
February 6, 1929—September 18, 2003
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
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
“CULLEN, IT’S TIME you stopped being the Texas version of Peter Pan and accepted some grown-up responsibility,” Dr. Blair Mastal insisted.
“I take umbrage with that statement,” Cullen Temple responded with an upward tilt of his chin that probably needed a shave, as usual.
Blair was a popular professor who’d been Cullen’s mentor and friend throughout his college career. And after several degrees in history, college truly had become Cullen’s career.
Blair was making a familiar point and it just happened to be shared by Cullen’s three brothers and everybody else who felt compelled to express an opinion on his obsession with higher education.
“Well, you can take umbrage all you want to as long as you take over my classes for the summer term.”
“I’m not a teacher,” Cullen protested. The very thought of being the one accountable for whether or not the students learned all the material in the syllabus caused gooseflesh to prickle the skin beneath his favorite flannel shirt. “I can’t replace you in the classroom, Blair.”
“That’s hogwash. You’ve stood in for me a hundred times over the past dozen or so years.”
“Standing in for a few days and stepping in for you forever are completely different. Besides, I don’t have a teaching degree―I’m not qualified.”
“The university wants a subject matter expert, not an educator. In that respect you are overqualified, but they’ll turn a blind eye if you’ll accept the contract, even on a trial basis.”
“My life is sublime just the way it is, thank you very much. Why would I complicate perfection?”
“How about the fact that you’re stuck in a rut about as low as a snake’s belly in a wagon wheel track? This building has been your home away from home for a dozen years. You’ve run out of degrees to earn. Consider shaking things up a bit.”
“I happen to enjoy being a student of history.”
“I’m not suggesting that you stop learning, but how about studying somebody alive for a change?”
“No way.” Cullen shook his head. “Folks who’ve been dead for hundreds of years are dependable, predictable. They’re not likely to up and leave you just when you start appreciating their company.”
“They’re also not going to keep you warm at night, or watch the Rangers game with you.”
Blair swatted the bill of Cullen’s baseball cap and it flopped down over his eyes. He ducked the fake punch his mentor always threatened to land on his jaw and adjusted his cap.
“Seriously, my friend,” Blair continued. “For a man of your advanced years you’re sorta one-dimensional.”
“Hey, I’m only thirty-four years old. I have my whole life ahead of me,” Cullen insisted.
“But when your daddy was thirty-four, his life was already half-over. If he were still alive I have a hunch he’d suggest that you give fewer hours to the people in our textbooks and more to the living, breathing folks right here on this campus.”
Much as the idea of teaching scared the
heck out of Cullen, Blair’s guidance had always been sound. “I’ll sleep on it,” Cullen agreed finally.
“With your life experience, you’d be a good fit over in Longview Hall. You could help some people, give back to the community.”
“I see where this is headed. You’re pimping for the psychology department to assuage your guilt over taking away their senior counselor.”
“There’s some truth in that, but my wife wants the change of scenery as much as I do.”
“What’s really behind this sudden desire you have to move to Europe? Have you stopped paying your taxes? Are you leading a double life? How come you have to hightail it out of town with hardly any notice?”
“I’ve had an offer to be an exchange-student liaison at our embassy in Rome, and it’s too perfect to resist. Ailean and I haven’t ever lived outside of Texas.”
“And most Texans are quite happy to keep it that way.”
“For my first sixty years on this earth, I shared that opinion. But the two of us have been talking for the past few years about an extended stay in Europe. My health scare last winter made us realize if we’re going to make it happen, it has to be now. Life is short and fragile. We’ve been offered a gift horse, and we’re not going to look it in the mouth. Ambassador Phillips wants us there in three weeks and we don’t plan to disappoint him.”
Cullen was practical by nature. What Blair said made sense, and as one who’d been afforded the ability to pursue his interests, Cullen wouldn’t begrudge his friend the right to do the same.
“Okay, I can accept that you and Ailean are pulling up stakes, but that doesn’t make me the right choice for your position here at the university.”
The respected history teacher lifted a box and shoved it into his reluctant protégé’s arms.
“These are my lecture notes for the class that starts next week. Take them home and go over them tonight. I believe the temptation to reorganize my thoughts will have you so excited, you won’t be able to sleep. But if I’m wrong, drop them off tomorrow and I’ll go back to the drawing board for another recommendation.”
“Is there any chance at all that you’ll change your mind about leaving?” Cullen was hopeful. Mastal was not only Cullen’s mentor, he’d become a stand-in for the father Cullen had lost in his teens.
“None, whatsoever. My better half has already listed our house with a Realtor and hired an estate sale coordinator.”
“Estate sale? You’re not dying, you’re taking a sabbatical. You’ll be home in a few months.”
“We don’t plan to return to Kilgore, Cullen.”
“Ever?”
“For a visit, sure. But not permanently. Our boys are in Denver and Phoenix. We’re going to enjoy Italy for as long as it lasts and then we’ll figure out where to go next. If we don’t make a new home in one of the cities where our kids live, then we’re going to check out Barcelona or Prague.”
Cullen nodded and moved toward the door. There was no point in arguing against what he’d have done himself if the situation was reversed.
“Then you’ll take a gander at my notes and consider teaching the class?”
“I’d rather go to Italy with you, but it seems Ailean has spoken for that position so I’ll consider accepting this one.”
Blair placed a warm hand on Cullen’s shoulder. “This is tailor-made for you, just as the Italy job is for me. Have faith in yourself.”
With the box of notes balanced in one hand, the brass knob clutched in the other, Cullen swung the office door wide and paused before crossing the threshold.
“Is there anything else?” Dr. Mastal asked.
“Yes, and it’s important. I should speak up before I lose my nerve.”
“What is it, son?” The older man’s voice was quiet, patient.
“Can I call dibs on those bookcases in your den, the ones with the glass doors?”
“I’ll tell Ailean they’ve been spoken for.” He chuckled. “But I warn you they come with all her psychology textbooks.”
“And unless you’re donating it to the university library, can I have your resource collection, too?”
“Don’t press your luck.”
Blair pushed Cullen through the door and closed it on his heels, and Cullen was pretty sure he heard his friend throw the lock.
* * *
SARAH EASON WAS a goose in a new world. The wide halls of the university administration building had seemed exciting when she was fresh out of high school, but all these years later the arched ceilings and granite floors felt foreign and forbidding.
“I can do this,” she muttered to herself as she swept the red hair she’d inherited from her daddy out of her eyes. “I’m a thirty-nine-year-old woman, for crying out loud. I’ve survived the birth of three daughters and the death of my husband. I won’t be intimidated by an old woman who got up on the wrong side of the bed.”
Besides, there was little reason to believe the grouch who’d answered the phone in the office of admissions that morning would still be on duty all these hours later. But Sarah stiffened her spine in case there was a battle to be waged. She’d promised herself she’d register for classes today, and come hell or high water, by golly she would do it!
That is, if she could find the office.
Where on earth were they hiding room 104B? She glanced down at the directions she’d scribbled that morning while packing sandwiches and chips for the girls and a Lean Cuisine meal for herself. Maybe she’d written it down wrong. Maybe the grouch had intentionally given her bad information. Or maybe God had sent the old biddy as a sign that going back to school wasn’t such a hot idea.
“Can I help you?” a voice rumbled above her head.
Sarah raised her eyes and tipped her head up to see who’d made the kind offer. Familiar gray eyes waited for her response.
“Have we met?” she asked, unable to recall where she’d seen the lazy grin that was set in a handsome face dusted with a couple days of stubble. Dark curls poked out from beneath the Texas Rangers baseball cap that was molded to his head.
“Probably not, but I have a little brother you might know if you watch those cookin’ competitions on TV.”
She snapped her fingers and pointed in understanding. He mirrored her action.
“The Cowboy Chef,” they said in unison.
“He’s your brother?” Sarah enjoyed watching the Food Network with her girls; there was zero chance the competing chefs would take their clothes off or use filthy language on camera, so it was something they could do together.
“Hunt’s my twin actually.” The guy shifted the bulky box he was holding to one hand and extended the other. “Cullen Temple.” He offered his hand.
“Pleased to meet you, Cullen Temple. I’m Sarah Eason.” She slipped her palm into his grip. It was warm and smooth so she felt certain he didn’t cut down trees for a living, despite the plaid lumberjack shirt he sported on an afternoon in May.
“Did I hear an offer of help?” she reminded him.
“Yes, ma’am. What can I do for you?”
“I called to get directions to the office of admissions this morning and I believe a crabby old lady gave me the wrong room number.”
Cullen leaned his face toward the ceiling and laughed out loud, displaying white, even teeth that had probably been wrangled into braces during his teen years. After a moment of enjoying her accusation he shook his head, his eyes filled with amused compassion for her experience.
“Sounds as if you’ve had your first encounter with Miss Nancy Norment, lovingly known as the University Torment. Her job for more than fifty years has been to scare off fainthearted freshmen before they waste their parents’ tuition money.”
“Well, she deserves high marks for her efforts. If I wasn’t so determined to pick up registration forms today
, I might have climbed back into bed and pulled the covers over my head after I spoke with her.”
“Oh, Miss Norment means well and she’s probably saved families millions over the course of her career. You’ll know her when you run across her.”
“Does she pull her hair into a bun and wear Granny Clampett boots?”
“In a new millennium sorta way. You’ll see,” he teased.
“If you’d be kind enough to point me in the right direction, I’ll take my chances.”
Cullen put two fingertips gently on Sarah’s shoulder and guided her toward the office that was less than three feet away.
“There’s no number on the door,” she insisted.
He pointed above the doorframe where a brass placard identified the Office of Admissions.
She closed her eyes and ducked her chin, hiding her face from the man who must believe she was an airhead.
“Another one of Miss Norment’s attempts to cull the weakest from the herd. She doesn’t bother to mention that there’s no room number, or that you have to search up high for the sign.”
“Thanks to you, her trick didn’t work today.”
He raised his wrist to check the time, and then glanced toward the door.
“It’s still early. Miss Nancy could scare off three or four more applicants before the office closes at six.”
Sarah’s eyes followed his gaze.
“You don’t think she’s still in there, do you? It’s been almost eight hours since I spoke to her.”
“She works a split shift. For years she’s had an apartment over in the village section of the campus where she also acts as a dorm adviser.”
“My goodness. She’s either very committed to the university or has no life at all.”
“A little of both. She’s as much a part of this university as the bell tower. Miss Nancy is feared and revered by one and all.”
“You have me intrigued and scared in equal parts. Maybe I should return on her day off.”
“Nonsense. There’s no time like the present.” He reached for the door, pulled it wide and swept his palm outward for her to take the lead. As she stepped across the threshold she heard him call into the office. “Miss Nancy, take care of Sarah for me, will ya? She’s a friend of mine.”
