She hoped that would mean family connections. A grandfather. Cousins. Aunts. It was too soon to share her suspicions with Declan, but in her mind, there was a very real possibility that Jasper Prescott was her grandfather. The same Jasper Prescott who had spearheaded the Operation Love campaign and, via the media, urged single women to relocate to his hometown in order to help sort out the woman shortage.
“You’ll love Jasper,” Declan said. “He’s the heart and soul of Love. Town mayor. Wise sage. Loving grandpa. Feisty agitator.” He let out a deep-throated chuckle. “He’s the man.”
Annie knew gushing when she heard it. The respect and admiration Declan felt for Jasper Prescott hummed and vibrated in the air around them. Although Declan didn’t radiate a sweet vibe, he suddenly seemed softer and gentler. Clearly the town mayor brought it out in him.
She was going to reserve judgment about Jasper until she knew whether or not he was kin to her. There was a part of her that resented the man who had used his good looks and charm to worm his way into Gram’s heart, only to leave her pregnant and alone. The ripples of that situation had affected her own life, since her mother had also been an unwed mother. Annie was determined not to follow the same path. She would break the cycle of women in her family who had loved unwisely and been left to rear children alone.
“It sounds as if you know the mayor well.” She touched her forehead with her palm. “Oh, yes, you said that his grandson is a good friend of yours.”
“Boone is my best friend. Bar none,” Declan asserted with a nod of his head. His blue eyes radiated deep affection. “He’s my partner in crime. The one who knows where all the bodies are buried. One of the few people in this world I trust implicitly.”
She sensed something under the surface of Declan’s words. It was more what he wasn’t saying. Who hadn’t he been able to trust in his life? Had someone betrayed him? And if so, was that the reason he had a huge chip on his shoulder?
“Will your wife worry about you not making it home?” Although her question wasn’t very subtle, she was curious about Declan’s life. All she knew about him was that he was an Alaskan pilot. Although she hadn’t spotted a ring on his finger, for all she knew, he was married with kids.
“Nope. She won’t worry one bit, considering I don’t have one,” Declan teased, his blue eyes alive with merriment. “I’m single. Footloose and fancy-free. And I aim to keep it that way.”
Annie chuckled. She liked the lighter side of Declan, the one who teased and laughed and showed tenderness. She found it rather shocking that someone as eye-catching and successful as Declan was unattached, although from the sound of it, he embraced being a bachelor. If Declan was an example of the eye candy in Love, it was no wonder that women were flocking to the small fishing village to find their soul mates.
“But having grown up in Love, I know plenty of people who will worry when I don’t show up.” He looked over at her, and their gazes held and locked. His expression was intense. “Don’t you worry, Annie. They’ll come looking for us.”
“I wonder if anybody is waiting for me,” she said in a forlorn tone. “I’m the new librarian in Love, so maybe they’ll be concerned when I don’t arrive on time.”
Declan’s eyes bulged. He let out a whistle. “So you’re that librarian.”
Annie immediately bristled. She knew bias against librarians when she came up against it. Just when she’d been warming up to Declan, he had to go and say something to put her on edge. “What do you mean by that librarian?”
Declan quirked his mouth. “No offense, but resources are tight in town. Taking money out of the town coffers to create a library was a hotly contested topic in Love. We debated it for quite some time.”
Annie sat up straight. “I’m working through a partial grant, so all the money isn’t
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