Published by Boroughs Publishing Group on April 27, 2015
Genres: Paranormal Romance
Jack Harris has loved Legs Anderson since they were kids. Now that he has her in his bed, he has no intention of letting her go. Aunt Ada has other ideas, even from the grave.
GETTING BETWEEN JACK…
Orphaned at a young age, Legs Anderson owes her Aunt Ada everything. The stoic old lady raised her, and Ada’s warnings about men—and the Harris boys in particular—have stuck, even after her death. Of course, that could be because Ada stuck around, too.
…AND HIS LEGS
Patience is not one of Jack Harris’ virtues, and he’s waited too long to start a life with the woman he’s loved since childhood instead of them just knocking boots. Now Ada is interfering from beyond the grave, haunting the old Victorian house she bequeathed to her niece and reinforcing Legs’s fears of commitment. But Jack won’t give up. No matter what trouble may follow, the house will be renovated, Ada will learn to let go, Legs will put her money where her mouth is… then Jack’ll put his lips everywhere else.
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“Move in with me, dammit. You’re the most stubborn woman I ever knew.”
Legs topped his coffee cup with fresh brew, easy as you please. “No more stubborn than you, since you keep askin’ the same old question. I have my own place.”
Jack frowned and stabbed his egg yolks, making them run. “Then let me live with you.”
“In my aunt’s house?” Legs asked like he was crazy.
“It’s your house now.”
“I’m trying to fix it up. I have to patch and paint. There’s no room for your things.”
“I’ll help you and then you’ll have plenty of space for me. And my stuff.”
Her ponytail shook with her reply. “Ada won’t like it. She’ll think it’s immoral.”
Jack leaned forward. “You talk about her like she’s still with us. She’s been gone over a year, sweetheart.” His voice dropped an octave and his brow creased. “Don’t you think she’d give in after all this time?”
Legs wrinkled her nose. “No. She thinks you’re a wanderer.”
Jack tossed down his fork. “I own a sporting goods store! I go fishing!”
He touched her hand when she got close enough and drew little circles around her wrist bone with a fingertip. The preschool teachers from Let’s Explore stifled sighs at the next table. “It’s time to let go, darlin’.” His expression turned earnest. “She raised you, I know. But I want to be with you now. It’s time to let me in.”
“Not if it means letting her go. I’m sorry, Jack. I just can’t do that to her.”
Jack sighed and returned to his breakfast. “We’ll talk about this again tomorrow.”