Blitz Post: Great Summer Countdown Hosted by Loving the Book (Day 7)
Rachelle is the award-winning author of ten books, including The Soldier’s Bride (A Kindle Scout Selection), Diamond Rings Are Deadly Things, Veils and Vengeance, and Christmas Kisses: An Echo Ridge Anthology. Her novella, “Silver Cascade Secrets,” was included in the Rone Award–winning Timeless Romance Anthology, Fall Collection.
Rachelle loves laughing with her husband while raising five children and dozens of chickens on a little farm in rural Idaho. She graduated cum laude from Utah State University with a degree in psychology and a minor in music.
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shop on my way to run errands. Summer was notoriously busy for weddings, and
July promised no respite from the work ahead. I couldn’t complain about my
workload, though, because it made me happy to finally be in a place where my
life was falling into a somewhat predictable routine. It also kept me from
obsessing over my relationship status with Luke Stetson.
ballooning into so much drama he’d had to cancel on me three times in the past
two weeks. The case involved the sister of Lily Rowan, one of my new clients.
Lily was the happy part of the story, because she just got engaged to Tim
Esplin—the vet I would take my cat to this afternoon. Lily wanted a November
wedding, and since it was already July ninth, I was pushing to get the most
important decisions made so we could progress with the rest of her plans.
My phone beeped, and I looked at the reminder on my calendar. In
one hour I would be meeting with Lily to talk about the theme she and
Tim wanted for their celebrations.
again see the text from Luke. He’d canceled our lunch date by text this morning
and still hadn’t called. I wondered when the case would be over, and if he’d
have more free time or get bogged down in another case.
Luke canceled our lunch date. Would Luke Stetson, divorce attorney, ever be
able to love again? And should I, Adri Pyper, wedding planner, be spending time
(a.k.a. pursuing a relationship) with him?
reach. I shook off thoughts of Luke and cranked the air conditioner up on my
way to the consignment store located just a mile from my shop. Everybody’s
Closet had a summer fling sale going on with new merchandise, and Necia kept me
in the loop since I was always on the lookout for vintage and unique decor to
use in my weddings and parties. It was the height of yard-sale season, and
Necia usually got in all the leftovers from people’s garage sales. I loved
going to yard sales and finding great bargains, but too many weekend weddings
had me missing the early morning sales. Everybody’s Closet was the next best
didn’t belong to Necia. She usually walked to work in the summer months. I
pulled in next to the pickup, right in front of the store, and put my car in
park. When I looked up, my eyes locked with those of a man standing in front of
the doors, holding a rifle.
waiting for my brain to catch up to the strange sight before me. The man was
short and stocky with dark brown hair, and as I studied him, he smiled and
moved his rifle, pointing it toward the sky. I sucked in a breath when the man
stepped forward. My windows were down, and the sound of robins trilling
cheerfully carried across the parking lot. He said something in a different
language. It wasn’t Spanish—I spoke a little, and his words had a Slavic sound
to them. Regardless of the language, I was pretty sure he was swearing.
I fumbled for the window and door lock controls. My throat went dry as the man
looked at me again and fired a shot into the air. I covered my ears and
screamed, reaching for the gearshift to back out of the parking lot. My hand
slipped and my car went into neutral. When I moved to put it in gear, the car
died . . .
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