From the Back Cover
She'd never been classically beautiful. Her features were too strong for that description. When Tim had been young and stupid, they'd always struck him as being perfect for her quick intelligence, even when she'd used it to aim snarky barbs at him. Her mouth, though, was another story. Her mouth was a work of art, wide and pink and soft, and it brought back unwanted memories that didn't involve snark or barbs. She'd left it unpainted tonight, the way he'd always liked it. He refused to wonder if bald and tattooed liked it that way, too.
The little he could see of her figure hadn't changed, either. He wondered, absently, if she would still fit against him as well as she had five years ago, and brought himself up sharply as he reached the bar.
The chances of him finding out if Tara Hillerman was still as desirable as he remembered in his fantasies were less than none. And if he was to maintain his sanity over the next few weeks while he figured out what had his mother so upset, he'd better remember that.
Too bad, though.
"Any microbrews, Charlie?" he shouted to the bartender over the noise.
"Got some Moose Drool -" The beefy man in the dirty apron turned around and beamed. He stretched out a huge damp paw. "Tim Swanson! Come home to take over your daddy's practice?"
Sighing inwardly, Tim shouted back the answer he knew he'd be repeating till his eyes crossed. Till he managed to escape back to Seattle. "Nope. Just visiting."
Charlie frowned. "Your dad said you were."
And so it begins, Tim thought ruefully, as he tried to explain over the racket to Charlie that, no, he hadn't changed his mind, that, yes, he'd just taken on a perfectly good position at Harborview Hospital in Seattle now that he was done with his residency, and, much as he liked the good people of Campbell, he didn't want to come back to the sticks to live. Or words to that effect.
It was going to be damned hard to keep explaining all this without hurting anyone's feelings.
About the Author
She holds degrees in British and American literature and history and library science, and a certificate in museum studies. In her other life, she's held jobs as far flung as hog farm bookkeeper, music school secretary, professional dilettante (aka reference librarian), and museum curator.
Her other interests include quilting, gardening, meteorology, and the travel bug she inherited from her father. She lives on the rainy side of the Cascade mountains in Washington state.
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