When they reached her door, she turned around to look at him.
Emotions were escalating within her. Longing was beginning to be a familiar companion. “Would you like to come in?” she asked him.
“No. If I come in, that practically guarantees that you won’t go to bed for at least another half hour, if not longer. I don’t want to be responsible for having you wind up dragging all day tomorrow,” he told her, even though the words cost him. “We’ll just say good-night right here.”
She thought Wyatt meant just that. That he would leave her right here with only his parting words echoing in his wake.
Rachel didn’t want to throw herself at him, but she didn’t want the evening to end this way, either.
And while she was thinking about this, debating what move she could make, she suddenly felt his hands framing her face.
The next moment, he brought his own down to it.
Her heart began to hammer the moment Wyatt’s lips touched hers.
* * *
MATCHMAKING MAMAS
Dear Reader,
Everyone would rather forget the year 2020. However, one really good thing happened three days into the year. My long-awaited grandson, Logan, finally made his first appearance. All five pounds of him. That made everything else a little more bearable for my family.
Since we all need something to distract us, this is my offering to you. Another Matchmaking Mamas story, in which a father’s slow recovery from an almost debilitating heart attack put his daughter’s whole life on hold while she took care of him as well as ran the family business. Feeling terribly guilty because his daughter’s fiancé abandoned her and went on to marry someone else, George Fenelli is desperate to make things up to his daughter now. To him, that means finding someone who’s worthy of his daughter. To that end, he goes to see Maizie Sommers, an old friend and one of the three Matchmaking Mamas. Things take off from there.
I wrote this book while I was recovering from some pretty heavy-duty foot surgery. I was relegated off my feet and confined to a walker (and home) for three months. Since my normal speed is ninety miles an hour, this was really rough. In addition, during the last week of October, wildfires came within miles of our house. We were on standby to evacuate. Consequently, writing was not always as easy as it normally is for me. Bearing this in mind, I really hope you enjoy reading this.
As always, from the bottom of my heart, I wish you someone to love who loves you back and offer up my fervent hope that 2021 has been far better for all of us than the previous year was.
With love,
Marie Ferrarella
The Late Bloomer’s Road to Love
Marie Ferrarella
USA TODAY bestselling and RITA® Award–winning author Marie Ferrarella has written more than three hundred books for Harlequin, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide. Visit her website, marieferrarella.com.
Books by Marie Ferrarella
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Matchmaking Mamas
Coming Home for Christmas
Dr. Forget-Me-Not
Twice a Hero, Always Her Man
Meant to Be Mine
A Second Chance for the Single Dad
Christmastime Courtship
An Engagement for Two
Adding Up to Family
Bridesmaid for Hire
Coming to a Crossroads
The Late Bloomer’s Road to Love
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To
Logie Bear
On His First Birthday.
Time Really Flies By Fast.
You’ll Be Asking To Borrow
The Car Before I Know It.
All My Love,
G-Mama
Contents
Prologue
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
Epilogue
Excerpt from The Puppy Problem by Katie Meyer
Prologue
George Fenelli looked quite good for a man who’d had an all but debilitating heart attack almost two years ago. A born fighter, George had come back from that the way he had from all the curveballs, large and small, that life had thrown him.
What he wasn’t able to overcome was his discomfort for the reason why he was sitting across from Maizie Sommers in her real estate office. He had known Maizie a long time. Known her long before his beloved Marilyn had died, leaving him to soldier on and raise their only daughter, Rachel, on his own. His friendship with Maizie went way back.
As a matter of fact, it was Maizie who had sold him the restaurant that he had worked hard to build up and had turned into the thriving, trendy go-to eatery it had become. From the very beginning, working at the restaurant had been a labor of love for George, his wife and daughter, even though Marilyn had a full-time job as a nurse and Rachel had been a middle school student. Whenever they could spare the time, they worked at the restaurant. He had to admit that it was Marilyn’s salary that had kept them afloat those days, when money had been tight.
Gradually, things changed and the restaurant had become a success. It was around that time that Marilyn began to grow ill. Three years later, she was gone and the restaurant was the only thing that kept George going. He pushed on relentlessly, doing the work of three men.
And that was the problem. Just when Rachel graduated high school—with honors—and was about to go off to college with the young man she considered to be the love of her life, George had suffered a heart attack.
Rachel never hesitated for a moment. She immediately put a halt to all her plans. Despite his protests, she remained by his side through the surgeries and then his slow, long road back to the land of the living. Somehow, with her relentless determination, she also continued to run the restaurant that she knew like the back of her hand. What that meant was that she slept in snatches and worked like a demon the rest of the time.
Meanwhile, she had to forfeit over two years of her life, as well as the man with whom she had thought she was going to share the rest of her life.
George was determined to make it up to her, to give Rachel back at least part of what she had lost because of him. Which was ultimately what had brought him to Maizie’s office.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about her getting back together with that fickle creep, Elliott James,” he told Maizie. “If you ask me, my girl is better off without him.”
“You’re talking about her former fiancé, right?” Maizie asked.
How Maizie kept everyone’s life straight in her head was beyond George, but that was why he had sought her out to begin with. She was exceedingly bright and intuitive and he needed her to apply her special magic to Rachel’s life.
Word had gotten around that Maizie and her two lifelong best friends, Theresa and Cilia, dabbled in matchmaking on the side, although all of them ran their own businesses, as well. So far, there hadn’t bee
n a mismatch among all the people they’d helped—and George’s hopes had soared when he’d heard that.
A man worthy of his daughter—that was what he was looking for.
Someone far different from her disgusting ex. “Yes, the one who thought nothing of leaving her behind the moment he found someone else to tickle his fancy, or whatever they call it these days,” he said. “That loser’s married now, you know.”
“Yes, so I’ve heard,” Maizie answered. “I take it that despite your recovery, Rachel hasn’t gone back to college yet?”
He shook his head. “She won’t hear of it. She’s afraid if she leaves me, I’ll start to overdo it again and have another heart attack. You ask me, Rachel’s the candidate for a heart attack. She’s running the restaurant and taking courses online at night. Don’t ask me when she sleeps. I don’t think she does.”
Maizie did her best to get the facts straight. “I thought you were back at the restaurant.”
He sighed. Life had certainly gotten out of kilter. “I am, but only part-time. Rachel refuses to hear about me going back full-time until I complete the physical therapy requirements the doctor insisted on. Rachel’s the one who’s running Vesuvius.” He frowned, thinking about the physical therapists he had been saddled with. “The therapists I’ve tried so far I haven’t liked, but Rachel won’t let me give up. She’s determined to have her way. She’s stubborn, like her mother,” he added with a faint smile.
“Uh-huh.” More like her father, Maizie thought, although she kept that to herself.
Normally, Maizie was an exceedingly patient woman, but she had clients coming in shortly, so she tried to coax George along a little, although she was certain she knew exactly where this was heading.
Matchmaking.
Matchmaking had just started out as something she and her friends had undertaken to nudge their children in the right direction when it came to finding someone to share their lives with.
When that had turned out so well, they’d just decided to continue. There was an unspoken agreement among them that if any of the matches they made wound up failing, they would cease their efforts. But so far, they still hadn’t failed. Every couple they brought together had gotten married and remained together.
Every single one of them.
It was a track record all three were exceedingly proud of.
Maizie decided it was time to prod George along just a little. “Everything going well at the restaurant?”
“Absolutely. We have more business than we can handle,” he told her.
“Wonderful,” she replied with enthusiasm, her mouth curving. “And you’re not in the market for a new house, are you?”
This time his response was more emphatic. “Oh, no, that’s the house where Rachel was born, where Marilyn and I made all those wonderful memories. I have no intention of ever selling it.”
Maizie nodded. She could understand that. “Then I take it you’re here because of my other ‘vocation.’ And since I’m assuming that you’re not looking for a date at this stage of your life, I take it this is about a match for Rachel.” As she said the words, she saw George cringe. “Something wrong?”
“No, it just sounds so businesslike, not to mention that it seems like I’m pushing my nose where it doesn’t belong.” He was painfully aware of what Rachel would say if she ever found out what he was doing.
Maizie smiled. “Ah, the business of romance is a very important part of our lives, George. There’s nothing wrong with that. Sometimes strings have to be pulled. I just need to make certain that that is your intent. And don’t worry, unless you tell her yourself, Rachel is never going to find out that any of this was arranged. I promise,” she added very seriously.
Rather than say yes, he told her, “Because of me, Rachel put going to college on hold. And because of that, she stayed behind while her worthless fiancé went to college.”
“If his attention span is that short, George, maybe he’s not such a loss,” Maizie said.
“Oh, I know he’s not,” George agreed. “Rachel deserves someone who’s worthy of her.” He smiled at Maizie. “I’d really like for you and your friends to make that happen.”
“Well, I’ll certainly see what we can do,” Maizie promised.
He rose to his feet, nodding at the woman. “That’s all I ask, Maizie, that’s all I ask,” he told her very seriously. “Let me know what I can do. And spare no expense. Whatever it comes to, I’ll cover. That girl is everything to me. She always has been.”
“There’s no cost, George, just ingenuity.” Hooking her arm through his, Maizie walked the man to the front door. “And I understand what you’re saying, George. Believe me, I totally understand,” she told him, sympathetically, patting his arm. “I’ll be in touch,” she promised.
He knew that when Maizie said it, she meant it. It was just a matter of time.
He left the real estate office feeling happier and more hopeful than he had been in a long time.
Rachel was as good as married, he thought. This time to a decent man.
He knew that he could bet his life on that.
“Our girl’s in good hands, Marilyn,” he whispered under his breath as he got into his car to drive back to the restaurant.
Chapter One
“Okay, Maizie, we came as fast as we could without breaking any of the speed limits,” Cilia Parnell announced as she walked in through the front door of her friend’s cozy, two-story house. She was closely followed by Theresa Manetti, the third member of what Maizie liked to, on occasion, refer to as the dynamic trio. “So what’s the big emergency?”
“No big emergency, ladies. Just some good news,” Maizie told her two oldest, closest friends, women she had known since third grade, as she shut the front door behind them.
Bedford was an exceedingly peaceful city, deemed to be one of the safest cities of its size in the country for more than twenty-five years running, but Maizie still automatically closed the door and locked it. To her way of thinking, there was no reason to tempt fate. So she didn’t.
“All right,” Cilia said gamely. “Then what’s the ‘good news’?”
Maizie led her friends into the family room, which more often than not doubled as the game room where they played poker. The table was cleared and appeared set for a new game to begin. The cards were stacked on one side and there were chips—the crunchy kind—on the opposite side, ready to be consumed during the course of a game.
Cilia and Theresa took it all in, and as they did, their smiles grew decidedly wider. They rarely played just for fun. They played, instead, to discuss strategy.
Theresa turned toward Maizie. “We have a romance to kindle, don’t we?” she cried, delighted.
It had been a while since they had gotten their last couple together and she, like the other two, missed the thrill that matchmaking always generated for them.
Theresa, even more than the others, was a hopeless romantic.
Maizie inclined her head. There was no point in stretching this out. “Yes, ladies, we have a romance to kindle,” she echoed. And then her mouth curved in amusement. “Unless, of course, you two have something better to do.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Theresa asked incredulously. “Every single dinner I cater, every single cake I bake, all I do is dream of the next time we can bring a couple who have no idea that they were meant to be together—together,” she concluded with a deep, contented sigh, her eyes shining in anticipation.
“And even though house cleaning doesn’t usually enter into the romance picture,” Cilia declared loftily, referring to the business she had started on a whim and built up into the thriving enterprise it had now become, “it doesn’t stop me from dreaming about it being a means to an end, same as you.”
Theresa looked at Cilia, puzzled. “What?”
“Never mind, I know what I mean,” Cilia sa
id with a wave of her hand. She made herself comfortable at the card table, although actually playing cards was the farthest thing from her mind—or any of their minds—right now. “All right, Maizie, stop being so coy. Out with it. Details,” she cried. “We need details.”
If anyone was keeping score, it was Maizie, who usually brought in at least fifty percent of the matches they had worked on. The candidates were brought to her by friends, or friends of friends who had heard about the successful efforts of the trio. In essence these people came asking for help in finding soul mates for their children or relatives who had become so absorbed in work that the hope of finding someone didn’t exist. Or, had been so disappointed by someone they thought had cared about them that they’d vowed never to go that painful route again.
From their very first successful undertaking, Maizie, Theresa and Cilia had become hooked on matchmaking. They’d silently decided that it was up to the three of them to sift through the people they were helping until they could bring together the perfect match.
Maizie knew that made the situation sound far more complicated than it actually was, but she didn’t try to explain it to anyone anymore. She and her friends just forged ahead and did whatever they felt was necessary to “make the magic happen,” as she had once described the process to her daughter, several years after she and her friends had united her daughter with the widower who was destined to become her husband.
Everyone, Maizie maintained, loved love.
Cilia now looked at the woman she and Theresa had always thought of as “the ringleader” of their small band, especially as they were years younger.
“You know, you’re being awfully secretive about this, Maizie,” she said.
Maizie smiled broadly. “It’s not secretive, dear. It’s called savoring the moment.”
Cilia pressed her lips together. “Well, I don’t know what you call it, but I call it being annoying.”
For once, Theresa, usually the very patient, easygoing one of the trio, was not living up to her reputation.
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