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Hannah Gets A Husband
Julianna Morris
Welcome to Quicksilver Alaska, where the men are men…and the women are married. Well, all the women except Hannah Liggett. So when she received an unexpected proposal, she wasn't about to turn it down. Even if it was for a marriage-in-name-only–from an old friend who needed a mother for his child… Trouble was, Ross McCoy no longer felt like a friend from the moment Hannah said, "I do." For the Ross McCoy she was sharing a home with was a devastating blend of masculinity and charm. And so Hannah made another vow–not to be the last virgin wife in Alaska anymore!
Hannah smiled, and Ross felt his blood pressure go up a few degrees—from the smile, and from the worn, oversize T-shirt she was wearing.
The soft cotton molded her breasts with loving faithfulness, something she didn’t seem to realize. Nor did she seem to realize there were worn places in the fabric that made it damn near transparent.
Don’t stare, he reminded himself.
A gentleman would keep his eyes directed elsewhere. More importantly, he didn’t want to find Hannah attractive, not in that way. He didn’t trust his judgment when love and sex were involved.
A marriage based on friendship was a much safer bet. Hannah might not be his type romantically, but she was definitely a friend. They could be together, just like when they were kids.
“So…” he said slowly, “how about marrying me?”
Bridal Fever:
Three partners find their bachelor days numbered when the Alaskan nights get long and lonely….
Callie, Get Your Groom (SR#1436)
Hannah Gets a Husband (SR#1448)
Jodie’s Mail-Order Man (SR#1460)
Dear Reader,
“Happy Birthday to us….”
Exactly twenty years ago this May, Silhouette Romance was born. Since then, we’ve grown as a company, and as a series that continues to offer the very best in contemporary category romance fiction. The icing on the cake is this month’s amazing lineup:
International bestselling author Diana Palmer reprises her SOLDIERS OF FORTUNE miniseries with Mercenary’s Woman. Sorely missed, Rita Rainville returns to Romance with the delightful story of a Too Hard To Handle rancher who turns out to be anything but…. Elizabeth August delivers the dramatic finale to ROYALLY WED. In A Royal Mission, rescuing kidnapped missing princess Victoria Rockford was easy for Lance Grayson. But falling in love wasn’t part of the plan.
Marie Ferrarella charms us with a Tall, Strong & Cool Under Fire hero whose world turns topsy-turvy when an adorable moppet and her enticing mom venture into his fire station…. Julianna Morris’s BRIDAL FEVER! rages on when Hannah Gets a Husband—her childhood friend who is a new dad. And in Her Sister’s Child, a woman allies with her enemy. Don’t miss this pulse-pounding romance by Lilian Darcy!
In June, we’re featuring Dixie Browning and Phyllis Halldorson, and in coming months look for new miniseries from many of your favorite authors. It’s an exciting year for Silhouette Books, and we invite you to join the celebration!
Happy reading!
Mary-Theresa Hussey
Senior Editor
Hannah Gets a Husband
Julianna Morris
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To all my friends in Tulare
Books by Julianna Morris
Silhouette Romance
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Family of Three #1178
Daddy Woke Up Married #1252
Dr. Dad #1278
The Marriage Stampede #1375
~ (#litres_trial_promo)Callie, Get Your Groom #1436
~ (#litres_trial_promo)Hannah Gets a Husband #1448
JULIANNA MORRIS
has an offbeat sense of humor, which frequently gets her into trouble. She is often accused of being curious about everything…her interests ranging from oceanography and photography to traveling, antiquing, walking on the beach and reading science fiction. Choosing a college major was extremely difficult, but after many changes she earned a bachelor’s degree in environmental science.
Julianna’s writing is supervised by a cat named Gandalf, who sits on the computer monitor and criticizes each keystroke. Ultimately, she would like a home overlooking the ocean, where she can write to her heart’s content—and Gandalf’s malcontent. She’d like to share that home with her own romantic hero, someone with a warm, sexy smile, lots of patience and an offbeat sense of humor to match her own. Oh, yes…and he has to like cats.
Contents
Chapter One (#ua61bcf44-ae68-57bb-b0ca-6736c703b00a)
Chapter Two (#ue363359c-fdc8-5165-86cd-a24802927629)
Chapter Three (#ub647ed54-41eb-5991-a86f-65e1b3cef2a3)
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)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
Bong, bong, bong.
The bell in the tiny church tower rang three times, announcing the end of the wedding ceremony.
Hannah Liggett leaned her elbows on the cash register and sighed. Those bongs meant it was official—she was the last single woman in Quicksilver, Alaska.
Single, as in spinster.
Ten Penny Alice was marrying Joe Dobkins—bride and groom were both in their nineties. Hannah didn’t know how Ten Penny had gotten her name, but she suspected it had something to do with the bawdy house Ten Penny once owned.
“I wonder if the bride wore white?” Hannah mused aloud, an aching sensation tugging at her heart. It wasn’t envy, but she couldn’t help wondering if she’d ever fall in love and get married herself. Of course, she’d been too busy raising her brothers to look for a husband, but that didn’t mean she’d stopped thinking about it.
“Don’t feel s’bad,” called Toby Myers, one of the old sourdoughs who always hung around the restaurant. “I’ll marry up with ya.”
Hannah lifted the coffeepot and walked to his table. “I don’t know about that. You know what they say about getting married in Alaska…the odds are good, but the goods are odd.”
He chuckled as she poured another cup of coffee. It wasn’t the strong stuff he really wanted—Toby’s doctor had ordered absolutely no caffeine, so she was secretly substituting decaf. So far, he hadn’t noticed the difference.
The bell over the door jangled and Hannah glanced up, surprised. She didn’t expect the guests to arrive for another few minutes; when the bride and groom were ninety-two and ninety-five respectively, it took a while to get places.
“Hi, Hannah. Remember me?” a man asked, shifting the child he held in his arms.
Hannah stepped closer so the newcomer wasn’t silhouetted against the late-afternoon light. Her eyes opened wider.
It was Ross McCoy, but not the lanky teenager who’d left Quicksilver nearly seventeen years ago. This Ross was six foot two, with broad shoulders and a trim, powerful body that oozed masculine sensuality. Potent. Small lines fanned the corners of his deep blue eyes, topped by black hair with a few glints of silver.
Shocked by the feminine awareness running through her body, she stared at the child he carried, then at Ross again. They had the same hair and eyes, the same strong chin and direct way of looking at you. They looked so much alike there was no doubt they were father and son.
“Have I changed that much?” Ross murmured.
“Ross?” Hannah whispered.
“Yup.” He grinned his slow, warm grin. “Well, Honeycomb? Where’s that hug you always used to give me?”
The familiar nickname and smile made Hannah’s eyes swim with unaccustomed tears. “I…uh….” She shrugged and sniffed in embarrassment.
Ross put his son down on a chair and closed the distance between them. He lifted his hand and stroked a damp track on her cheek. “Hey, what’s all this? You don’t cry.”
“Nothing. I’m just glad to see you.”
“Same here, Honeycomb.”
He gave her a quick, tight hug and Hannah drew an unsteady breath. Some things might have changed, but she was still “Honeycomb” to Ross, the nickname he’d given her when they’d gleefully found an old tree filled with bees and honey, only to be chased away by a territorial bear.
It was just like him to show up when she was a little lost and at odds with herself during this wedding excitement. Despite the years she’d spent riding herd on six younger brothers, she still dreamed of becoming a mother. Of course, that required a husband, and men didn’t seem to find her particularly desirable.
Jeez, that was depressing—even more depressing than never having a family of her own. Most of the time Hannah tried not to think about the lack of romance in her life, but the fuss over Ten Penny finally getting married was a constant reminder.
“Think I’ll be headin’ out,” said Toby.
Hannah blinked and motioned to the pink streamers adorning the room. “Aren’t you staying for the party, Toby? There’s lots of food.”
“Nope…gotta get going. I’m organizin’ the chivaree for Joe and Ten Penny, so I need to get ever’thing fixed up for it.” The door closed behind him, leaving an overwhelming silence.
Ross lifted his eyebrows. “A chivaree?”
Hannah tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear and shrugged again. Ordinarily she didn’t pay much attention to her appearance, yet this was one day she wished she could have worn something besides her usual jeans and shirt. The last time Ross had seen her, she’d been a flat-chested fifteen-year-old, trying to make her youngest brother eat green peas without spitting them in her hair. Maybe she didn’t have any illusions about being beautiful, but it would have been nice to look her best.
“You probably don’t remember,” she murmured. “It’s an old custom. The men ‘serenade’ the bride and groom on their wedding night, making noise and keeping them from…er, getting amorous.”
“I remember, but Joe and Ten Penny are pretty old for that sort of thing.”
“It’s all in fun, and Ten Penny has been hankering after a chivaree for a long time,” Hannah said, remembering how excited the elder woman had been about her impending nuptials.
“Hmm…I didn’t think she was the romantic type.”
Every woman is the romantic type, you dope, Hannah thought, unaccountably annoyed. Yet it really wasn’t Ross’s fault. Everyone in town had teased her about being the last spinster in Quicksilver, thinking she was too practical, too sensible to mind the good-natured ribbing. Sometimes it felt like Sensible Hannah was tattooed across her forehead.
Sensible. Hah.
Pressing her lips together, she hurried to Toby’s table to clean it up before the wedding guests arrived, mostly to give herself something to do. She wanted to ask about the little boy Ross had brought with him, but figured Ross would explain in his own good time.
Crouching to retrieve a dropped spoon, she caught the child’s eye and smiled. The youngster regarded her gravely, then scooted off his chair to tug on his father’s pant leg. The ache around Hannah’s heart deepened. Everyone had moved on with their lives, and here she was, in the same old place she’d always been.
“Up, Papa.”
“All right, Jamie.”
Ross bent and lifted his son into his arms again. He’d fought so hard to get custody of Jamie, sometimes he was afraid to let go.
Jamie put his thumb in his mouth and stared at Hannah. Ross didn’t blame him, he could hardly keep from staring himself. She’d changed…a lot. He remembered a girl with a flyaway blond hair and a gamin face, but that girl had turned into a woman with expressive silver-green eyes and a shapely body.
Very shapely.
Get a grip, Ross ordered, trying to quell a flash of heat in his groin. That wasn’t why he’d returned to Quicksilver. He’d returned because Hannah was a good friend and he needed her help. When it came right down to it, she was the only woman he really trusted.
Woman. He grinned at the thought.
Hannah hadn’t quite been a woman when he’d left Quicksilver, but it didn’t matter; they’d gotten into too much trouble together to ever be strangers. Hours of writing “I’ll never build a snowman on the teacher’s chair again” were a guarantee of lifelong friendship.
“What are you smirking about?” Hannah asked.
“Our infamous snowman. How many times did we have to write that sentence?”
“A thousand times each. My hand developed a permanent crimp, and it was all your idea to do it.”
