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Hometown Valentine
Lissa Manley
Finding Her FamilyLily Rogers is ready to follow her dreams. Now all she needs is funds. Taking a job as baby Peyton's temporary nanny seems like an easy way to earn cash for her plane ticket to LA. But there's nothing easy about how Lily feels for Peyton's uncle, coffee shop owner Blake Stonely. As Valentine's Day approaches, Lily's head fills with romantic notions of the handsome new daddy. She's falling for a family that isn't hers, and dreaming of a life with the blue-eyed barista and his adorable niece. Will Lily leave Blake and Peyton behind…or make a new future–and family–with them by her side?Moonlight Cove: A beachside town where love and faith blossomLily Rogers is ready to follow her dreams. Now all she needs is funds. Taking a job as baby Peyton's temporary nanny seems like an easy way to earn cash for her plane ticket to LA. But there's nothing easy about how Lily feels for Peyton's uncle, coffee shop owner Blake Stonely. As Valentine's Day approaches, Lily's head fills with romantic notions of the handsome new daddy. She's falling for a family that isn't hers, and dreaming of a life with the blue-eyed barista and his adorable niece. Will Lily leave Blake and Peyton behind…or make a new future–and family–with them by her side?Moonlight Cove: A beachside town where love and faith blossom
Finding Her Family
Lily Rogers is ready to follow her dreams. Now all she needs is funds. Taking a job as baby Peyton’s temporary nanny seems like an easy way to earn cash for her plane ticket to LA. But there’s nothing easy about how Lily feels for Peyton’s uncle, coffee shop owner Blake Stonely. As Valentine’s Day approaches, Lily’s head fills with romantic notions of the handsome new daddy. She’s falling for a family that isn’t hers, and dreaming of a life with the blue-eyed barista and his adorable niece. Will Lily leave Blake and Peyton behind…or make a new future—and family—with them by her side?
Moonlight Cove: A beachside town where love and faith blossom
“I need to focus on my career goals, not falling in love.”
Made perfect sense, though for some reason Lily’s statement had disappointment poking at him. Blake shook the emotion off. “I hear you there,” he replied. “Who has time for romantic relationships?” Or the guts.
“Not me.”
“Not me, either. I have more than I can handle with the store and Peyton.”
“So you aren’t interested in dating either?” she asked in what seemed like a very well-modulated voice.
“No,” he said emphatically. “I don’t have time.” Which was part of his reasoning. The other part was too personal to share.
“Right? Me neither.” She hesitated, her brow creasing. “We’re actually a lot alike, you know.”
“Hmm. You know, you’re right.”
“Maybe that’s why we get along so well.”
“That has to be it,” he said. “We’re on the same page.”
“Right.” She nodded. “Same page is good. Really good.”
“Actually, it’s excellent. We get each other.”
“Yes, we do,” she said, her gaze meeting his. It held. Something passed between them; what, exactly, he couldn’t say, just something odd yet exciting.
LISSA MANLEY decided she wanted to be a published author at twelve. After she read her first romance as a teenager she decided romance was her favorite genre, although she still enjoys a good medical thriller now and then. Lissa lives in Portland, Oregon, with her husband, a grown daughter and college-aged son, and two bossy poodles. When she’s not reading, she enjoys crafting, bargain hunting, cooking and decorating.
Hometown Valentine
Lissa Manley
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Have no anxiety about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving
let your requests be made known to God.
—Philippians 4:6
This book is dedicated to
my bestie and sunset sweats comrade.
Thanks for always being there for me. Tally ho!
Contents
Cover (#u448a1991-f878-568d-8d4d-56aab2a12a51)
Back Cover Text (#u2f7d8064-e2fc-5cd6-a38a-99c16098ae10)
Introduction (#ue2068e19-4163-56b3-b310-88f58165b83a)
About the Author (#u104cfac9-29eb-5afb-8722-9e959958343c)
Title Page (#u44cfb071-b1c0-51d7-96ba-7acf34df557d)
Bible Verse (#uef38aa45-bd52-5cc7-a1ad-2045442b89d7)
Dedication (#ufd1bc44c-59b6-54a5-a942-c07cf0bb199d)
Chapter One (#ulink_6d0468cd-bdcf-5657-ae9b-b8eeb05b302b)
Chapter Two (#ulink_1383af77-84e9-53c9-9d69-f23105a18841)
Chapter Three (#ulink_19a3ca2b-b665-53ca-be0c-c750461115fe)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Dear Reader (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter One (#ulink_759f6465-96e4-558c-8d6b-2ff2edcb24e5)
Snapping her umbrella closed, Lily Rogers hurriedly stepped from the chilly late January downpour into The Coffee Cabana. The entry buzzer sounded above her head.
As the earthy smell of coffee hit her, she came to an abrupt stop just inside the door and darted her gaze around. The place was dead empty.
Odd. Washingtonians were famous for their voracious coffee appetites. She’d expected to find the place packed, especially since this store was the only thing that remotely resembled a coffee shop in Moonlight Cove.
Maybe business was bad. Lily hoped not. She desperately needed the barista job advertised in the help-wanted sign in the window. Though being a coffee jockey wasn’t her dream occupation, it was a paying proposition, and those were few and far between in a town the size of her hometown. She needed money; her future as a fashion designer was at stake.
Putting her still-dripping umbrella in the metal holder by the door Lily headed toward the unmanned front counter. As she neared it, she heard a shrill sound that seemed to be coming from behind a door to the left of the counter. She cocked her head, her eyebrows drawn together. Was that a...baby crying?
She listened intently. Yes, yes, it was. The sound was a baby wailing, actually. Her well-developed baby-soothing instincts had her immediately cringing. Her youngest sister, Laura, had shrieked like that from dawn to dusk when she’d been a newborn.
Lily stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. Was the place even open? The door had been unlocked, and it was the middle of normal business hours on a Monday, so she assumed so. Should she go look for the manager? Just leave a résumé on the counter? Hunt for the shrieking infant? What? She hadn’t planned on finding the place deserted, and she certainly hadn’t expected to encounter an unseen child in distress.
Just as she was about to go find the baby and take care of the poor thing, the door behind the counter opened and a man holding said screaming infant over his broad shoulder stepped out.
Ah. One mystery solved.
The man, who appeared to be around Lily’s age of thirty, give or take, moved toward her. As the grayish light from the windows hit his face, she realized that everything about him screamed exhaustion. Mussed hair. Dark shadows under his eyes. Sagging shoulders. Clearly this baby had been on a crying jag of epic proportions. Lily knew how grueling that could be.
As he drew closer, she took a moment to surreptitiously study him, noting that the mussed hair was dark, thick and wavy. Touchable. The obvious shadows under his eyes did nothing to detract from the beauty of their clear, sky-blue color. And though his whole upper body hung heavy with obvious fatigue, he had the physique of an athlete. Or gym rat. Whatever. He was definitely the best-looking haggard guy she’d ever seen.
“May I help you?” he asked loudly. Tiredly. Judging by the way the baby was kicking its legs, it was one unhappy camper.
“Um...well, yes.” She adjusted the strap of the pleather briefcase she’d bought at a thrift store in Pacific Beach on her shoulder and tried to tune out the baby’s piercing cries. Or at the very least ignore them as best she could, despite her nurturing instincts hovering on high alert. “I’m looking for the manager.”
“That would be me. I’m Blake Stonely.” He yawned, putting his free hand over his mouth. “Sorry.”
“Oh, okay,” she said at full volume. “I’m Lily Rogers, and I wanted to apply for the job.”
“The job?” He jiggled the baby, then started awkwardly rocking from foot to foot. “Oh, man, did I leave the sign out?”
Disappointment dug in. No job? “Yes, it’s there.” She’d seen it as she’d dashed through the rain from her mom’s car to the front door.
“I’m so sorry, the job’s been filled, just an hour ago, actually.”
Lily clenched her jaw. She was a mere hour too late? Great. Just great.
Blake jostled the baby. “What with Peyton here crying up a storm, I forgot to remove the sign.”
As if in reaction to her—or his—name, Peyton’s staccato cries grew louder. Harsher. More frantic.
Lily’s heart just about shattered, which helped take her mind off, at least temporarily, the fact that her one and only job lead had dried up, just like that.
“This has been going on since 5:00 a.m.,” he muttered, his voice coated in bone-tired exhaustion. “And she only slept three hours last night.”
Ah. A little girl. “Oh, that’s rough.” Lily wanted to ask where Peyton’s mom was, but she held back. Clearly he was on his own with the baby, at least for the moment.
Without thinking much, she lifted up her arms. “Mind if I try?” Many years spent helping her mom with her four younger siblings—Laura in particular—might help Peyton to settle down. Besides, the crying was pitiful and really tugged on Lily’s heartstrings.
He raised his brows. “You want to try getting her to stop crying?”
“Yes, I would.” She waggled her hands. “Hand her over. Besides, you look like you need a break.” As in, he looked like death warmed over. Twice. Not that she’d say that. He clearly had his hands full.
“O-okay,” he said, holding the baby out, then turning her to face Lily. “But nothing works.” In seeming response, Peyton kicked her little legs and screamed louder.
Lily took Peyton from him, noting her red, scrunched-up, tear-stained face. “Hey, little girl.” Lily recalled what had worked with her middle sister, Lydia, and gently laid Peyton back in the crook of her elbow while her other arm slid under Peyton’s bottom. “What seems to be the problem?”
Peyton paused for a moment, staring up at Lily with clear blue eyes that looked a lot like her daddy’s. Blessed silence engulfed the room.
Lily was certain the quiet was just temporary.
Sure enough, after a few beats of silence, Peyton started up again, going stiff and screwing up her face and letting loose with a wail that pierced Lily’s ears.
Blake held out his hands, a look of pure defeat on his face. “See? I told you.”
“Give me a moment.” With well-practiced precision she began to smoothly swing Peyton from side to side, maintaining eye contact. Automatically, Lily began to sing a lullaby in a hushed voice as she walked away from the counter—swing, swing, swing—back and forth from side to side in wide arcs, smooth as silk.
Peyton still cried, squirming, her little body tense. But after Lily’s third circuit around the small space, weaving in and out of the tables, the baby’s cries grew less frantic. Lily kept moving—swing, swing, swing—and by the time she made her way back to Blake, who’d slumped exhaustedly into a chair by the counter, Peyton had quieted and was drifting off to sleep.
Blake gave Lily an incredulous look, then opened his mouth to talk.
Lily shook her head and kept singing.
Rising, he pointed to the door from which he’d emerged earlier. She nodded and followed him into a small room that was obviously his office-slash-makeshift nursery. The space had a large, neat desk and task chair facing out from one corner, one other beat-up plastic chair opposite the desk and a rickety-looking bookcase with a well-organized collection of books and folders in the other corner. The rest of the area was taken up by a playpen and numerous other items of baby paraphernalia, all neatly arranged in one corner. A literal stockpile of kid equipment.
He turned and indicated the playpen, which was lined in all kinds of fleecy blankets, showing Lily she should put Peyton down there. But Lily was no baby care rookie; it was always wise to hold on to a baby for a few minutes to be sure she was actually sound asleep. She held up a finger—Wait...
Blake gestured in acknowledgment and then went over and plopped into the desk chair, his shoulders sagging. He ran a hand over his head, and suddenly it was obvious why his hair was so messy. She was surprised he had any left. Clearly he’d had a rough go lately.
She kept swinging Peyton, back and forth in a comforting motion. Pretty soon every muscle in her little body went limp and Lily knew the baby slept soundly enough to be put down. Ever so carefully she bent over, holding her breath, and laid Peyton on her back amid the blankets, pulling one up to cover her, snug and warm. Lily waited, hoping Peyton had worn herself out and would sleep, as much for her own sake as Blake’s.
Peyton slept on, even as Lily rose and pointed to the door. She went out into the store and Blake followed her, closing the door quietly behind him.
“You’re amazing,” he said when they were away from the door. “She hasn’t gone down for a decent nap in days.”
His praise warmed her up inside. “I just have lots of experience with babies.”
His eyebrows rose. “You have kids?”
