“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Satisfied, she nodded.
“And Q…”
He stopped short of the ladder, faced her, his gaze inscrutable. Or not. To her he actually looked a little nervous.
“Don’t mess up this time.”
His lips turned up slightly. “I don’t plan to.”
STEPHANIE DOYLE
a dedicated romance reader, began writing her own romantic stories, some funny, some adventurous, but all delivering the quintessential happy ending, at age fifteen. At eighteen she submitted her first story to Harlequin Books and by twenty-six she was published. Now in her thirties, she struggles between the demands of her “day” job, her writing and trying to find a little romance of her own. She lives in South Jersey with her two cats, Alexandria Hamilton and Theodora Roosevelt. She wants to get a dog, but the cats have outvoted her.
