Love Promises (Sully Point, Book 4) Read Free

floor. Come around to the back of the building and
you'll find parking spaces there. Then you'll see a stair going up to my
apartment."
    "You live over a bakery? Aren't the smells
distracting?"
    Maggie sighed. "The smells are
wonderful."
    Eric chuckled as they pulled into the parking lot
of the Lobster Shack. "I guess that would be enticing for someone who is
into desserts."
    "Yes. I have to limit myself severely on my
intake of treats. But the smells are divine. Thanks, Eric, for agreeing to my
plan. I'll see you tomorrow."
    "You're welcome, Maggie. Sleep well tonight.
We have a lot to accomplish tomorrow."
    She stumbled getting out of the car, affected by
the look in his eyes. "I'm okay!" she said as she quickly moved away,
face flushing in the darkness. She heard that deep chuckle again, coming from
the driver's side window.
    "See you later, Maggie."
    She got in her car and managed to drive off without
any more mishaps. She wondered for a moment at the wisdom of using a man like
that in her plan. He did seem able to have an effect on her far beyond what she
was used to. The main thing was, she
thought with optimism, she was on her way to a peaceful, relaxing holiday
season. She smiled all the way home.
    * * * *
    Eric walked into his cabin and set his guitar down.
He poured a brandy and sat in a chair at the bay window, looking out into the
night. Maggie. What an utterly fascinating woman she was! It had been ages
since he'd been drawn to someone like what he'd felt tonight. He wasn't sure if
he'd ever had such a pull to be with any woman. And she'd felt something too,
he knew. In the car, there had been a definite something.
    However, she seemed pretty adamant about not
wanting to be involved with anyone. For himself, he liked the idea of getting
to know someone without them knowing about his money. It had been a real
accomplishment to develop his computer software and grow his company to the
point that the big boys finally stepped in and wanted to buy him out. He'd
taken the deal, ready for some time off after five years of intensely hard
work. At twenty-seven, he had reached the pinnacle of his profession, and had
the dollar signs to prove it.
    He'd discovered right away that people came out of
the woodwork wanting that money once it became known. He was inundated by
women, all of whom were only interested in his money. Millions could do that,
he supposed. But Maggie didn't know anything about his past. Nobody in Sully
Point did, he thought. His name had never really become big news, and the sale
had taken place eight months ago. He could relax here, and perhaps pursue a
fascinating woman. Life was good.
     

Chapter 2
     
    Maggie had tossed and turned all night, haunted by
a pair of dark emerald eyes. She'd finally fallen deeply asleep around three in
the morning, leaving her bleary-eyed and grouchy when she got up late for the
day. She threw on a sweatshirt and jeans and ran downstairs to the bakery.
    "Hey Julie," she said, as she headed for
the counter pastry case.
    "Hi, Maggie," Julie said from the behind
the counter. Then she looked at Maggie and her eyes widened. "Uh, you
know, you hair--"
    "What? Bad hair day? I'll comb it when I get
upstairs. Give me some of that apple strudel, two pieces, along with a couple
pumpkin muffins, and four coconut donuts. I've got company this morning. I
guess that will be enough."
    She paid, and noticed that Julie continued to
stare at her hair. It must be bad. She ran back upstairs and was headed for the
bathroom and her comb when there was a knock on the door. Damn, she
thought, and opened the door to Eric.
    Eric took one look at her and got a big smile on
his face. "Just wake up?" he asked.
    "Why? My hair? Yeah, they told me at the
bakery. I was just going to get a comb." She motioned him inside and he
entered looking curious.
    She immediately noticed that his hair was pulled
back with a leather tie, which just showed off the good bones in his face and
made him even more