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Excerpt:
Samantha found
herself standing in the coffee shop waiting for whatever his name was. How
ridiculous was it that she liked a guy but didn’t even know his name? She
didn’t wait for guys; it wasn’t her style. But she had a feeling he’d be coming
to get his usual coffee before rushing out to rehearsal.
Interesting that
he drank boring old black coffee. He was such a colorful, unique guy in his
costumes that it seemed he should have a more complicated coffee order.
The door opened
and in he came, carrying a plastic bag. He wore a fedora and a leather jacket
instead of his longer overcoat. He smiled a cocky grin and then she realized
that he was Indiana Jones.
“You’re here.”
He tipped his hat.
“I’m like a bad penny. I always turn up.”
He stepped toward the counter to order.
“Wait.” She laid a
hand on his arm and then realized that was more personal than they’d been and
snatched her hand back. “We’ve met and talked a couple of times now, but I
still don’t know your real name.”
He extended a hand
to shake. “Humphrey, but my friends call me Free.”
“Free,” she
repeated with a nod and shook his hand.
The name was
unusual, but suited him. Old-fashioned, yet the nickname was fresh. “Ready for
coffee?”
“As always.”
She allowed him to
order for her. She liked that he paid attention to her order. Of course he
waved off her offer to pay for hers. They sat at a table and he slid the
plastic bag over to her. “What’s this?”
“Open it.”
Inside the bag,
she found five copies of The Little
Engine That Could. Her throat tightened.
“You said there
were kids, as in more than one, but I didn’t know how many. I figured five
would be a good number to start with.”
“You bought me books?”
The words barely squeezed out.
“What’s the name
of the shelter you work at?”
The question had
her looking up sharply. “Why?”
“My mother is
always looking for a cause and I told her about you needing books. When I
talked to her yesterday, she was ready to start working on a book drive. But I
didn’t know the name of your shelter, so I couldn’t tell her.”
Sam studied his
face.
“Is it a secret or
something?”
“Not really.” She
hesitated. “The thing is, the women come to us for shelter and safety. So while
the name isn’t a secret, we don’t advertise where to find us.”
His face filled
with confusion. “Then how do the women find you?”
“Word of mouth,
social services, churches.”
“You don’t have to
tell me anything. I can give you my mom’s number and you can explain to her.”
“No. I’m
overreacting. It’s called the Hope Center.”
“Good name.” He
drank another sip. “I have to get going to rehearsal.”
“Before you go,
can you tell me why you’re dressed in a different costume every time I see you?
This is obviously not A Christmas Carol.”
He pressed his
lips together. “Last summer, my brother was warned by his doctor to lose weight
or he’d end up having a stroke. He was embarrassed to go to a gym because he
felt like everyone stared. I volunteered to go with him and dress up in costume
to draw attention away from him.” He lifted a shoulder as if it was no big
deal.
Sam’s heart gave a
little lurch. She’d known after that first chance meeting that he was a sweet
guy, albeit a little weird. This confirmed it. “That’s really cool of you.”
“He’s my big
brother.” He stood to leave.
About the Author:
Shannyn
Schroeder is the author of the O'Leary series, contemporary romances centered
around a large Irish-American family in Chicago and the Hot & Nerdy series
about 3 nerdy friends finding love. When she's not wrangling her three kids or
writing, she watches a ton of TV and loves to bake cookies.
1 comments:
This sounds like a fabulous series & I am loving all of the covers.
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