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Dan All Over Again: Dan All Over Again / The Mountie Steals A Wife
Barbara Dunlop
Tina Wainscott
Dan All Over Again by Tina WainscottThe catch of a lifetime…Cassie had reeled Dan the fisherman in once before, but panicked at the first mention of babies and joint bank accounts. He thought the divorce from Hurricane Cassie had settled things once and for all. But now he's longing to test those stormy seas again. Trouble is, if he hooks her, will he be brave enough to hold on to her, or will she be the one that got away?The Mountie Steals a Wife by Barbara DunlopThe assignment of a lifetime…Melina Thurston had promised herself that she would not fall for her handsome houseguest in the red suit. She's only supposed to be training her horses, not showing some city boy how to get along in the wild. Logan Maxwell is with the Yukon detachment only temporarily to help solve a recent gold theft. And though at first he suspects his beautiful landlady, he soon realizes he has an even bigger problem-he's fallen for her and there's no getaway plan in sight!
Two brand-new stories in every volume…twice a month!
Duets Vol. #53
Popular Ruth Jean Dale takes the spotlight with a special Double Duets book on the theme of “animal passion.” This writer has a “talent for combining comedy with romance…and creating memorable characters,” says Romance Communications. Ruth also writes for Temptation and Superromance.
Duets Vol. #54
Quirky Tina Wainscott is back with another delightful Duets novel about a gorgeous hero determined to land his ex—hook, line and sinker! Ms. Wainscott tells “a charming story full of love and laughter,” notes Rendezvous. Completing the month is Golden Heart winner Barbara Dunlop, who makes her debut with a funny tale in the spirit of Due South. Enjoy!
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Dan All Over Again
Tina Wainscott
The Mountie Steals a Wife
Barbara Dunlop
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Contents
Dan All Over Again (#u1e635549-7ced-5dc1-9de2-8867a4bae2c8)
Chapter 1 (#u4fc5f6e9-1016-59b3-abcb-9a250a8542bf)
Chapter 2 (#u0970ad01-e67d-528a-8302-44dab0a85a8e)
Chapter 3 (#u64f93415-aae4-5d79-a8ad-fc7d3e5c96f6)
Chapter 4 (#uf5ab48bf-14e3-57c5-9624-0dace0d689eb)
Chapter 5 (#uadd78cfe-772b-5290-a82a-fe5ebf3b5fa3)
Chapter 6 (#u1b1d850a-61b9-59a8-97fc-56dfef67599a)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
The Mountie Steals a Wife (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 1 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 2 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 3 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 4 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Dan All Over Again
“If I’m wrong, prove it”
Dan continued, “What’s the big deal about spending the night on the boat with me, your own ex-husband?”
“There is no big deal,” Cassie replied.
Ha! She wasn’t going to admit she couldn’t handle spending the night with him, because it wasn’t true. Okay, there was a spark, a…something. But not some irresistible force.
“Pam’s coming to meet me at the dock. I need to let her know I won’t be back tonight.”
Dan tossed a cellular phone to her. “Be my guest. I’m going to catch me some fish.”
Cassie left a message for Pam and then found Dan casting from the back of the boat. His muscles flexed beneath his tanned skin, and his cute little derriere wiggled as he reeled in his lure. Cocky son of a gun. She’d show him. If he had any notion of a fling to, ah, refresh her memory of them together, he had something else coming. No, scratch that, he had nothing coming!
No way, uh-uh.
Dear Reader,
Fishing probably wouldn’t come to mind when you think of romantic situations. Probably it would come under watching wrestling. But picture being out on the Gulf of Mexico under a cloudless sky, alone on a boat, and not doing a whole lot of fishing. Sounding better, isn’t it? Add the gorgeous guy you thought you were over, but really aren’t, and it gets even better.
Naples, Florida, is my hometown, and I hope I’ve captured even a bit of the beauty of our waterways and wildlife. I had a lot of fun writing about the places where I’ve spent my whole life. I’ve done my share of fishing, though I’ve never caught a Snook. I have caught the occasional catfish, a rare seaweed-covered rock and, once, the derriere of an unlucky fellow fisherman. Lucky for me, he still married me!
Enjoy!
Tina Wainscott
Books by Tina Wainscott
HARLEQUIN DUETS
34—THE WRONG MR. RIGHT
Special thanks to Jackie Bielowicz, who has given me much guidance over these past few years and who has been an invaluable help.
Stacy Mullendore, who taught me about fishing and tournaments, and who generously took me out on his fishing charter boat, The Bimini Twist, so I could see it all firsthand. And I can’t acknowledge Stacy without acknowledging his adorable wife, Nettie, who let me borrow her husband before she even knew me. For research purposes only, of course.
My best friend, Pam Kraft, who let me honor her by putting her in my book and who gave me the very special gift of making me a godmother to her beautiful daughter, Alyssa. And I can’t acknowledge Pam without acknowledging Andy, who’s also a great friend and a funny guy to boot.
1
“I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE that little weenie is trying to steal one of my accounts. And I have to find out after five on a Friday.” Cassie Chamberlain stopped at the chart hanging in the hallway of Nicholson’s Advertising Specialists. She looked at her best friend, Pam Kraft. “Roger just moved ahead of me into the Market Buster Contest’s number-one spot. I still have a chance to win the five-thousand-dollar bonus, money that’s going to get me one step closer to—” she dropped her voice “—opening my own marketing firm. At least Chamberlain Marketing will appreciate my talent and hard work. And maybe winning this contest will gain me some respect at Nicholson’s in the meantime.” And maybe it would make her feel complete, or at least satisfied. “I feel like they’ve cast me in the dumb blonde role.”
Pam smoothed down her blue sheath dress with orchids spilling down the side. “Maybe it was from sending a cascade of water down the hallway when you tried to replace the water bottle.”
“Oh, sure, but nobody remembers that I was trying to be independent and not bug one of the guys to do it.”
“And I’m sure it wouldn’t be because the mail cart bounced down two flights of stairs and showered Mr. Shavely with envelopes.”
“That was three and a half years ago! Do they still talk about it?”
“Only in the same conversations as other natural disasters.”
Cassie wrinkled her nose at Pam. “Gee, thanks.” She hadn’t goofed up in three years, since she’d taken The Supreme Seminar on Being Orderly, but she still hadn’t lived it down. She needed a game plan to (a) confront Roger-the-weenie Pinkle (b) make—Her ears perked at the sound: Squeak, squeak, squeak.
“Roger! Wait’ll I get my hands on him.”
“Get him, girl, in the name of womanhood and co-workerhood! Smear him! Trample him!” Most people thought they were sisters, with their blond, shoulder-length curls and close friendship. “’Course, don’t create too much of an uproar or Roger might retaliate and that could get ugly—ugly indeed. He could burn down the building. Or do something worse.”
Cassie waved away her friend’s overactive imagination. “No, he wouldn’t.” She turned down the hallway in time to see him duck into the bathroom. She pounded on the door. “Roger, I heard your lifts squeaking. Come out before I come in there to get you.”
The door slowly opened and he appeared. He tried to look surprised to see her, and even forced a smile. “Did you, er, need to use the facilities?”
Even with those thick lifts he’d had installed on his shoes, he still stood at about her 5’7” height with heels. “No, I need to talk to you about stealing my fishing lure account.”
He lifted his hands in supplication. “Now, now, I didn’t steal the account. I can’t help it if my talents lie within the fishing realm, and you weren’t there to take the call, after all. Mr. Nicholson thought I should handle the account, or at least the initial contact.” He sounded so logical, even in his whiny voice.
“I’m not going down without a fight. I need this account to have a chance at the contest.”
“Well, Cassie, I need it, too. I’ve got important things to buy with that money.”
“Like what?”
“I think that’s my own personal business.” He rubbed his flat nose. “All right, if you must know, I’m going to have my sinuses worked on. And a nose job while they’re at it. It’s the only way I’m going to get a pretty girl like you to go out with me.”
“Your nose has nothing to do with your overall appeal, Roger.”
“Then you’ll go out with me?”
She nearly choked. “I mean, it’s…more than your nose.”
He bounced up and down on his lifts, squeaking each time. “I’ve got one of those stretching machines that’s going to make me taller. I’ve already gained a fraction of an inch.”
“And lost a pound of common sense. It’s not your height, either.” It was probably one of his curls that had gained him the fraction. “It’s…” She glanced down over his plaid shirt, his Looney Tunes plaid tie, and bright green pants. In addition to bouncing up and down, he was jingling his keys in his pocket. “I’m not here to assess you, Roger. I’m here to ask for the account back.”
He raised his eyebrows. “We could discuss it over dinner. I discovered that the electrical device I purchased to stop my receding hairline roasts a great hot dog.”
“Weenie.”
“I don’t think we need to argue over the term for a hot dog. So, are we on?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Er, no, thank you.” Interesting, though, that the weenie liked weenies. “Just hand over the account and I won’t have to hurt you.”
He shrank back at those words and inched around her. “Don’t hurt me! I bruise easily!” And with a squeak, squeak, squeak, he was gone.
Well, she certainly wasn’t going to chase him down. Not in these heels, anyway. Maybe the old Cassie would have done that, whipped off her heels and gone after him in full-tilt mode. But that’s not what the (a) dignified (b) sensible and (c) responsible Cassie was going to do. Even if her body was leaning toward that attack. Her narrowed eyes focused on her boss’s door. She pushed up her jacket sleeves and knocked.
“Cassie.” Mr. Nicholson’s smile quickly faded. “Uh-oh, you’re upset. You know how I am about confrontation.”
She had plastered her most calm expression on her face. “How could you tell I was upset?”
“You’re crunching those Lifesaver things, same way you did when you had to swap offices with the new guy. In fact, throughout the whole move. But you were real good about it, giving up your corner office with the great view and without a fight, and I appreciate that. You’re a team player, Cassie, and that’s going to get you places. So I know you’ll understand about the Lure ’Em In Tackle Company.”
Loud crunching echoed in her ears, and she swallowed the sharp pieces with a grimace. “You’re letting Roger steal my account.”
Mr. Nicholson lifted his fat hands before running them through what was left of his hair. “Now, now, he didn’t steal it. He was standing by the receptionist’s desk when the call came in. You weren’t available, so he talked to them. Turns out he’s quite the little fisherman.”
“The client asked for me!”
“They’re looking for someone to design an ad campaign for their lures. Fishing lures.” As though she couldn’t have possibly made the connection. “Now, what do you know about fishing?”
It used to capture her ex-husband Dan’s attention more than she could. Where had that come from? “I could learn. That’s what I always do, make my lists and research every aspect of the company and its products. How hard could fishing lures be to understand?”
