Heard It Through The Grapevine. Pamela BrowningЧитать онлайн книгу.
“Stop it,” Gina hissed at Josh
“Stop what?” Josh asked, putting on an expression that was pure fake.
“There are no cameras here the way there were on the show. You don’t have to pretend.” Thank goodness the aspirin was kicking in. The throbbing in her head had subsided to a dull ache.
“Pretend? Me?”
“Yes, you.”
“And what am I pretending?” His eyes took on a devilish gleam as he treated himself to a long, languorous lick of ice cream. A runnel of it dripped down his wrist and Gina imagined licking it off. She made herself look away.
“That you—that you…” Words failed her. She averted her eyes, no longer angry. She was exhausted, though. Anger could do that to a person.
“That I’m fascinated by you,” he said simply….
Dear Reader,
Most of us, at one time or another, have been dumped by a guy we cared about. Me, too. It wasn’t in front of millions of people, as happened to Gina Angelini, the heroine of this book. But it still hurt.
Oh, you say. I remember what that’s like. It was awful.
I know, my friend. I know.
So there I was, after my own personal experience, watching one of those television reality shows where a handsome bachelor chooses one out of many fabulous women to continue a relationship. The choice was down to two. One was in love with him; the other didn’t seem to be. But guess who he chose? Not the one who loved him.
Afterward I felt so sorry for the one whose heart was broken, because I knew exactly how she felt. I started thinking, what if? What if this guy lives to regret his choice?
Thus the idea for Heard It Through the Grapevine was conceived. I wanted that girl to get the guy eventually, so that’s what happens to Gina. She goes home, gets on with her life and then…the man who dumped her turns up and wants to make amends.
In fiction we can right past wrongs. We can make things turn out happily ever after. That’s not always true of real life, but guess what? It happens sometimes.
You know the guy who broke up with me? I eventually married him. Yes, really. And when I watched the TV show that gave me the idea for this book, he was right there beside me. He said, “You could write a book about this.”
And I did.
With love and best wishes,
Pamela Browning
Heard it Through the Grapevine
Pamela Browning
For Alix, the never-to-be-forgotten frog princess, with wishes for her present and future happiness; and for Bethany, with thanks for her technical advice.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Unlike her heroine in Heard It Through the Grapevine, Pamela Browning has never been on a reality-TV show, but she once was a contestant on Jeopardy!
She divides her time between homes in Florida and the North Carolina mountains, but enjoys visiting her relatives in California’s Napa Valley once or twice a year.
Pam invites you to visit her Web site at www.pamelabrowning.com.
Books by Pamela Browning
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
854—BABY CHRISTMAS
874—COWBOY WITH A SECRET
907—PREGNANT AND INCOGNITO
922—RANCHER’S DOUBLE DILEMMA
982—COWBOY ENCHANTMENT
994—BABY ENCHANTMENT
1039—HEARD IT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE
Contents
Chapter One
The last tourist bus had lumbered out of the Good Thymes parking lot, and Gina Angelini narrowed her eyes at the broad-shouldered guy lurking behind the display of dried sunflowers. At first she thought that maybe he’d missed the bus, but a glance out the window revealed a snazzy BMW parked under the olive tree. It shouldn’t be there. That morning she had posted a neatly lettered sign on the front door notifying customers that her herb shop was closing early today.
“Ah-choo!”
The man’s sneeze startled her so that she almost dropped the tray of dried rosemary that she was removing from the sales floor. “Bless you,” she said distractedly before carefully setting the tray down beside the cash register.
“Thank you,” said her last customer. He emerged slowly from behind the sunflowers and favored her with a brilliant smile. Gina felt her jaw drop, and she grasped the edge of the counter for support. She knew this man. She knew him only too well. But what was he doing in Good Thymes? And two years after he’d dumped her?
“Get out,” she said as soon as she regained her voice. Unfortunately, this wasn’t before she registered that broad chest, those wide shoulders, the blue eyes that sparkled in pleasure as he gave her a quick and appreciative once-over.
He cocked a skeptical eyebrow and stuck his hands deep in his pockets as he leaned against a table holding vases of lavender. “So, Gina, I guess you still love me,” he said.
She charged toward him past the goldenseal, the chamomile, the valerian. A pot of chives sat close at hand, and she could have thrown it at him. Instead she showed remarkable restraint, considering that he’d humiliated her in front of millions of people on national TV.
“Wrong,” she said. “It’s not the first misjudgment you’ve made, either.”
“I