Laura L. Walker grew up in a large family in the beautiful Gila Valley of southern Arizona. From the time Laura was young, she spent hours drawing characters on paper and fantasizing about their adventures. Life became more serious, however, when Laura met her own hero and they eventually became the parents of six children. In between spurts of grocery shopping, sewing costumes or quilts, transporting kids to practices, and making dinner, Laura still enjoys putting her imagination to good use. She is the author of four contemporary romances.
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"All Penny Merrill wants to do is run her own bakery shop, but her money-thirsty mother and conniving stepfather are making it nearly impossible to keep her dream alive. When Penny finds a clipping advertising a Valentine's Day contest for Arizona's cutest couple, with the winnings being enough for her to hold on to her floundering business, she comes up with an idea that might just work--if she can find the right man for the job.
Commercial contractor Preston Ames is starting to develop feelings for Penny, and even though he's been through enough heartache to know that he should avoid her at all costs, he can't keep himself from visiting her sweet shop everyday. When Penny asks him to participate in a crazy scheme so that she can overturn her stepfather's underhanded business ploy, Preston is tempted to run the other way. But one look into her soulful blue eyes and he's a goner. Little does he know that his calm, orderly world is about to unravel--and that just one picture will turn Penny into his sweet valentine! "
“Hiya, Penny.” Preston answered his phone around a yawn on the second ring. “Everything all right? How are those new security cameras working out for you?”
This was the morning they’d been waiting for, and all he could ask her about was the security cameras? “Great, although they haven’t caught any suspicious activity since we put them up. But we caught another white mouse. Who knows how many more are scurrying around the place? And Ms. Forrester is supposed to come back any day.”
“I’ll help you do a thorough cleanup, and make sure that nothing else suspicious is going on,” he offered.
“Thanks. Listen, I wanted—”
“Well, I’d better let you go so that I—”
“What are you wearing?” she blurted.
There was a pause. “Well, at the moment, since you just woke me up—”
“No, I mean today. What are you going to wear today?” Great. Now she couldn’t get the image of Preston, sitting up in bed with no shirt on, his face scruffy with new whiskers, and his hair standing out in all directions, out of her head. Oh, my!
“I’m going to wear a T-shirt and pair of jeans like I always do when I go to work.”
Work! “Preston,” she said, trying to keep the growing panic out of her voice, “don’t you realize what day this is?”
Another pause. “Monday?”
“The twelfth,” she added for emphasis.
Dead silence prevailed for at least thirty seconds. Then, “Something supposed to happen on Monday the twelfth?”
A hearty laugh rang in her ears. Ooh! Was he going to get it—but not until after their appearance on TV. “You scared me out of my mind,” she confessed with an aggravated chuckle. “Please tell me you didn’t really forget.”
More laughter. “Nope. I just wanted to make sure you got your cardiac workout this morning since it's close to Valentine’s Day and all.”
Just when she started thinking about the best way to get him back, he surprised her again by asking, “What are you wearing?”
Penny looked down at her towel-wrapped body. “Uh . . . “
“See? It’s not so fun to be bombarded with personal questions first thing in the morning.”
“I’ll try to remember that in the future,” she grumbled. “Now, can we get serious?”
“I am. I want to know what you’re wearing so that I can match my T-shirt to yours.”
“No. Not a T—”
His low rumble let her know she’d fallen prey to his teasing again.
“Preston Ames,” she said in a threatening tone.
“Uh-oh. In order for that to work, honey, you’ve got to know my middle name. It’s Preston Lee Ames.”
“I’m not your mother. I’m your—”
“Fiancee, I know. And that’s why we’re practicing our flirting, so we’ll be all warmed up for the show.”
Penny froze. So that’s what he was doing? What a sweet guy. Her legs turned to butter, and she practically sank onto the floor. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. I’ll pick you up at four-fifteen.” They’d been told they would need to arrive at a quarter till five so that they would have time to prepare. They’d also been told to not wear any makeup; their crew would take care of that.
It wasn’t until after Penny hung up that she realized she'd never found out what he’d be wearing that day.
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