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“I’m enjoying this. Being with you. Knowing that you’re a completely free woman and that I like you, and that just about anything could happen between us.”

Kate puzzled over that. Anything?

“I just got out of a five-year engagement.”

“I remember.”

“I can’t do this!” she said.

“Why not?”

“It was two days ago!”

“So?”

“I have to figure out what went wrong, to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“You know what happened, Kate,” Ben claimed.

Only then did she realize that she was still sitting on his lap, in his car, in her driveway, for anyone to see! She let go of his shirt, pushed away from him and slid onto her own seat with every bit of dignity she could muster, which wasn’t much.

Dear Reader,

Well, if there were ever a month that screamed for a good love story—make that six!—February would be it. So here are our Valentine’s Day gifts to you from Silhouette Special Edition. Let’s start with The Road to Reunion by Gina Wilkins, next up in her FAMILY FOUND series. When the beautiful daughter of the couple who raised him tries to get a taciturn cowboy to come home for a family reunion, Kyle Reeves is determined to turn her down. But try getting Molly Walker to take no for an answer! In Marie Ferrarella’s Husbands and Other Strangers, a woman in a boating accident finds her head injury left her with no permanent effects—except for the fact that she can’t seem to recall her husband. In the next installment of our FAMILY BUSINESS continuity, The Boss and Miss Baxter by Wendy Warren, an unemployed single mother is offered a job—not to mention a place to live for her and her children—with the grumpy, if gorgeous, man who fired her!

“Who’s Your Daddy?” is a question that takes on new meaning when a young woman learns that a rock star is her biological father, that her mother is really in love with his brother—and that she herself can’t resist her new father’s protégé. Read all about it in It Runs in the Family by Patricia Kay, the second in her CALLIE’S CORNER CAFÉ miniseries. Vermont Valentine, the conclusion to Kristin Hardy’s HOLIDAY HEARTS miniseries, tells the story of the last single Trask brother, Jacob—he’s been alone for thirty-six years. But that’s about to change, courtesy of the beautiful scientist now doing research on his property. And in Teresa Hill’s A Little Bit Engaged, a woman who’s been a bride-to-be for five years yet never saw fit to actually set a wedding date finds true love where she least expects it—with a pastor.

So keep warm, stay romantic, and we’ll see you next month….

Gail Chasan

Senior Editor

A Little Bit Engaged
Teresa Hill

www.millsandboon.co.uk

TERESA HILL

lives in South Carolina with her husband, son and daughter. A former journalist for a South Carolina newspaper, she fondly remembers that her decision to write and explore the frontiers of romance came at about the same time she discovered, in junior high, that she’d never be able to join the crew of the Starship Enterprise.

Happy and proud to be a stay-home mom, she is thrilled to be living her lifelong dream of writing romances.

To everyone at St. Mary’s.

I’m positive it wasn’t that long ago that I sent my son to

kindergarten in his little blue dress pants and white polo

shirt. I remember so clearly thinking I’d have a child at

St. Mary’s forever. And yet, somehow, this is our last

year. My daughter’s graduating from the eighth

grade this spring. Somehow, twelve years have gone by.

Thanks for all you do, for all your

hard work, for all the memories.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Epilogue

Chapter One

“So, have you and Joe set a wedding date yet?”

Kate Cassidy barely managed not to choke on her carrot-stick appetizer.

Trapped in the corner by an interior designer, she swallowed hard and relaxed her facial muscles in hopes of avoiding that really unattractive expression she wore when she just wanted to scream.

It was truly an unattractive look.

Kate knew because she’d looked in the mirror one day while she made it, hoping it wouldn’t be that bad. But it was. She’d vowed to eradicate the expression from her face, but it was hard. Especially lately, when someone asked that question. Third time this evening at the Board of Realtors dinner, in fact.

“Not yet,” she said quietly, with what she hoped was a bit of a smile.

“Oh.” The woman, Gloria someone, waited expectantly for Kate to elaborate, which Kate wasn’t going to do. She’d learned that if she was silent long enough, most people quit asking and went away. But Gloria wasn’t budging.

Okay. If things got really bad, she could always sink so low as to play the sympathy card. Sorry, Mom. She let her expression fall, allowed a shimmer of tears to come into her eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Kate. I guess it’s just too soon, huh?”

Kate nodded with what she hoped was appropriate sadness and grief, hoping her mother would understand. Kate had finally found something she didn’t know how to handle. All her plans that had always gone so well seemed to have fallen apart, and she didn’t know what was right anymore or what to do. It had started with her mother’s death and spilled over into every aspect of her life.

“It just takes time,” Gloria said kindly, making Kate feel worse. “And Joe’s such a sweetie. I’m sure he understands.”

Kate wasn’t so sure he did. And she didn’t want to think about it. She wanted to ignore the whole mess and hope it went away or solved itself, or that the answer just dropped out of the sky or something.

Vaguely aware of new voices around her, Kate looked up to see Charlie Sims, president of the Magnolia Falls, Georgia, Board of Realtors.

“Kate, how are you?” he asked, extending a hand.

“Great, Charlie. How are you?”

“Couldn’t be better, my dear. Have you met my wife, Charlotte?”

“No, I haven’t.” Kate smiled down at the pint-size blonde on Charlie’s arm.

Charlie introduced them, and then Charlotte launched into a tale about their recent wedding. Kate didn’t listen. She was too busy planning her escape. Was there anyone in this room who didn’t know that she and Joe were supposed to have married this summer but hadn’t because Kate’s mother’s cancer had come back and she’d died in the spring?

There. Kate spotted two absolute strangers in the corner. She was ready to make her excuses when Gloria said, “Oh, that sounds like fun. I’d love to do that.”

“Fabulous,” Charlie said, sounding genuinely appreciative.

That got Kate’s attention. She wanted Charlie to be happy with her, because there wasn’t a real estate agent in town Charlie didn’t know. He was a veritable gold mine of referrals for Kate’s fledgling mortgage company.

“What about you, Kate?” Charlie’s wife asked. “Care to come join us?”

Kate stood there with her mouth open. She had no idea what she’d just been asked to do, but if Gloria could do it, surely Kate could, too. Anything for Charlie and his referrals.

“Of course,” Kate said. “Sounds like fun.”

“Oh, it is. The kids are great,” Charlie’s wife said.

Kids? They were doing something with kids?

“If you two will give me your fax numbers, I’ll send you an application. Fax it back, and we’ll match you up.”

Kate wasn’t sure if she’d just applied for a job or joined a dating service. Match us up? No, that couldn’t be right. Everyone here wanted news of her upcoming wedding to Joe. Plus this was something to do with kids. It couldn’t be dating.

Kate obediently gave Charlie’s wife her fax number.

It wasn’t until the next day, when the fax arrived, that she vaguely remembered something about Charlie’s new wife taking over as director of the Big Brothers/Big Sisters Program, and that Kate had just volunteered to be a Big Sister.

Okay. How hard could that be?

Maybe she’d get lucky, and her little sister would be one of the few people in town who wouldn’t question her about why she and Joe hadn’t gotten married yet.

Ben Taylor hovered at the end of the hallway leading to the front door, assessing his chances of sneaking out of his office without getting caught, and thereby avoiding a lecture from his nearly eighty-year-old secretary.

Her long-distance vision wasn’t good, and she hated her bifocals. Ben figured the odds were at least three-to-one against her noticing him leaving. Which meant he could put off for now her lecture about his unfortunate tendencies to wander about, loose in the community, doing his freelance, do-gooder thing and getting into trouble, all while just trying to help people.

Ben really tried to help. He wasn’t sure if he was just bad at it or if people’s problems were getting worse. It seemed no one walked in with a simple issue he could solve anymore, and really, wasn’t he here to solve problems?

“Should have just kidnapped the girl,” he muttered to himself. “Or maybe held her hostage until I could talk some sense into her.”

“You say something, Pastor?” It was Rose, the nice lady who lived three blocks down and came to clean every other day.

“No, ma’am.” Ben sighed. “But I’m going out for a few minutes. Will you tell Mrs. Ryan if she asks about me?”

“Sneakin’ off again, Pastor?”

“Maybe,” he admitted.

He and Mrs. Ryan would have to come to an understanding about his straying from the office one of these days, but this wasn’t the day, and he wasn’t up to a scolding by a scrunched-over, outspoken taskmaster who reminded him of his great-grandmother.

“Will you tell her I’ve gone out?” he asked Rose.

“I guess I’ll have to,” Rose said. “I’m the only one who’s not scared of her.”

“I’m not scared,” he claimed. It was just that… Well, she did look a lot like his great-grandmother, and he’d been raised to believe a boy never, ever argued with his great-grandmother. His father would have seen it as an appalling lack of respect. Of course, his father would have thought sneaking out like this was cowardly, which made this a classic no-win situation. He’d take the cowardly way again. Rose wished him luck and said he owed her one. He decided he’d bring her a latte from that little shop down the block. She loved them but considered them a luxury. It was the least he could do for her for saving him from Mrs. Ryan.

He was nearly to the door when Rose said, “Now, just to be clear on this, you’re not really going to kidnap anyone, are you?”

“No. Promise.” The church probably frowned upon kidnapping and hostage taking. He’d just have to find another way. He was supposed to be able to keep people here long enough to help them without resorting to those tactics, even if a kidnapping could have made things so much simpler.

He must be doing something really wrong.

“Okay,” Rose said. “I just wouldn’t want to be around if Mrs. Ryan got wind of you kidnapping someone.”

“Neither would I.” He would really be scared of the woman then.

“So,” Rose said. “What should I tell her when she comes looking for you?”

“Nothing…”

“Pastor—”

“Okay, if she threatens to pull out your fingernails one by one, you can tell her I’ve gone to see Charlotte Sims at the Big Brothers/Big Sisters office. But only under threat of torture. Understand?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks, Rose.”

He slipped out the door of the massive stone church, built seventy-five years before, and tried not to think of his shortcomings as an Episcopalian priest, as Mrs. Ryan saw them. He was too young, wasn’t married and had no children, so he obviously didn’t know enough about life to help people with real problems. He tended to be more informal in how he related to his parishioners and how they related to him, than Mrs. Ryan thought was proper. She thought it scandalous that he asked people to call him Ben—Pastor Ben if they really felt it was necessary to add some title to his name. And he was always behind on his paperwork.

Those were his main failings, all of which he tried not to think about as he headed for Magnolia Falls’ Main Street. He’d cross that and then go four blocks over, to Vine, to see Charlotte Sims, a woman he hoped would be more successful than he’d been at helping the teenager who’d shown up at his church yesterday morning but run away before Ben could do anything for her.

Honestly, she’d hardly given him ten minutes.

Was he really supposed to turn her life around in ten minutes?

Not that he’d left it at that.

He’d followed her, was probably lucky he hadn’t been arrested for stalking. Mrs. Ryan would have loved that. The day that woman had to bail him out of jail was the day he was out of here for good. Defrocked. Wasn’t that what they called it? He thought it sounded like an odd, modern-dance number or maybe some obscure cooking term.

Defrock the basted chicken pieces, and heat oven to 375….

Okay, so he’d like to avoid defrocking, kidnapping, hostage taking and stalking charges. He’d like to actually do some good. He’d like to feel useful. He’d like to not be afraid of Mrs. Ryan. He was her boss, after all. Not that she showed any understanding of that.

He grinned remembering how horrified his secretary had been by the girl’s appearance yesterday. Truth be told, Ben had been a bit taken aback, as well.

She had badly dyed, jet-black hair that looked like she’d taken a razorblade to it, then gelled it to get it to stand up in every direction; she was wearing at least seven earrings. He didn’t even want to imagine what else she might have pierced. Shannon wore a black leather jacket and tall boots, that odd white makeup on her face and nearly black lipstick.

And it wasn’t even Halloween.

She looked as if she was twelve going on forty, but he’d found out she was actually fifteen, had lost her mother and the grandmother who’d raised her, and was now living with a father who couldn’t have cared less about her, at least not as she told the story. She said straight-out that she didn’t believe in God but was desperate enough that day to give God—well, actually Ben—a chance. Ten minutes to either help her or convince her to stay, neither of which he’d done.

And she was pregnant, which made the whole situation even more dire.

Ben had followed her, successfully avoided stalking charges, resisted kidnapping her, and found her in the parking lot of the local high school talking to one of his parishioners, Betty Williams, who happened to teach there. A nicer, more successful do-gooder, he’d never met. And Betty had told him to get Shannon into the local Big Brothers/Big Sisters program, if he could. They were full, with a waiting list a mile long. Betty had checked.

It had taken a little unauthorized deal making to get Shannon a spot at the front of the line, and he hated to make other kids wait longer for help, but there was the baby to consider. So Ben had turned wheeler-dealer, offering an as-yet-undefined favor to the director of Big Brothers/Big Sisters, which was why he was sneaking out of church this morning, to see what the deal would cost him.

He arrived at the pretty brick building and was just about to grab the door, when it opened on its own.

Hmm.

He liked open doors.

He thought they were a sign that someone was doing something right.

He was just about to walk through that open door when a tiny, curly-headed girl came barreling out. Afraid she was going to charge out of the building and right into the street, he yelled, “Hey, wait!”

She stopped, standing with her back to the door, not trying to escape but holding the door open and gazing up at him with a puzzled smile.

“Oh,” he said. “I thought you were taking off.”

“Not by myself. I’m only six,” she said, as if he had the IQ of a tomato. Maybe one that had been defrocked along with the chicken?

“Well…good,” he said, bested by a six-year-old. “I tell you what. The door looks heavy. How ’bout I hold it?”

She shrugged, then grinned. Once he had the door, she did a little dance step and spun around. “Know what? I’m gonna be a dancer when I get big.”

“Great.”

She did another little twirl step right there in the hallway, and the little red ribbon that had been dangling from the end of one curl floated to the floor.

“Allie, wait,” a woman inside called out.

Ben looked up to see a woman sitting just inside the door. She had her hands full, a baby cradled against her shoulder and a toddler missing a shoe whom she’d managed to catch by the hood of his jacket.

“You don’t want to leave your mom,” Ben said, moving to put his body between hers and the hallway, in case she decided to run for it.

“She’s not my mom,” Allie said. “She’s my cousin. My mommy left, and her cousin has a little baby and a not-so-little one, and she’s trying to take care of me, too. Only, we’re a handful. I’m here to get a big sister. What about you?”

“I think I’m too old for them to give me a big brother. What do you think?”

She giggled. “You’re really old.”

“And you lost your hair ribbon,” he said. “Let me get it.”

Ben got down on his knees beside her, happy to have a problem he could solve for a change. He grabbed the ribbon, then didn’t quite know what to do with it. She really had a mountain of hair, and it was sticking out every which way. He wasn’t sure what he could accomplish by way of subduing it with one ribbon. Was it for show, or did it have a real purpose?

“Looks like you two need some help,” a nice, soft, feminine voice said.

Ben glanced to his right and saw legs, really nice legs. He looked up and saw a pretty blonde in a no-nonsense, dark-brown suit and a crisp white blouse. There was a brown satchel in her hand and an I-can-fix-this look on her face.

Okay, so he couldn’t even get the hair ribbon thing right. Maybe it really wasn’t his day. Maybe he shouldn’t be out loose on the streets like this, even if he hadn’t committed any crimes yet.

“This is my friend, Allie,” he told the pretty blonde. “She’s lost her ribbon.”

“Again,” Allie added.

“Again? Oh. Well, let’s see if we can get it to stay in your hair.” The woman put down her satchel and took the ribbon in hand, working what looked like magic with the girl’s unruly hair in a matter of minutes with nothing but her two hands, and then secured the ribbon. “Double knot and tight. That’s the key to keeping a hair ribbon in place.”

“Really?” Allie bounced up and down and then stared out of the corner of her eyes, trying to find the ribbon.

“It’s still there,” Ben told Allie, then let himself look at the woman again. She knew how to fix ribbons and hair, and she was kind as well. Seemed like she liked children, too. He wondered how she knew about the double-knotted-ribbon thing. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. She’s adorable.”

“Oh…she’s not mine,” Ben said, happy to have an excuse to clear that up, just in case. “I’m just the official door holder.”

“I’m here to get a big sister,” Allie said. “Are you gonna get a little sister?”

Good girl, Ben thought, altogether pleased with the turn of events.

He’d let Allie interrogate the pretty blonde, and then maybe he could casually work into the conversation the fact that he had no wife and no children and then… Who knew? He might even get a lunch date out of the deal.

Ben couldn’t remember the last time he had a date.

He checked to see if he had his clerical collar on, then remembered he didn’t. Mrs. Ryan, with a very disapproving look, had reminded him of that this morning, but he’d gotten distracted and hadn’t put it on.

Okay. This was not a bad thing.

The collar made people uncomfortable.

Especially women.

Not that he was all that good with women even without the collar.

“I already have two little sisters,” the woman said. “Real sisters, I mean. But you can’t have too many little sisters, right?” She looked at Ben.

“Right,” he said. Could he interest her in a pregnant fifteen-year-old?

“So I came to get another one,” the woman said.

“Oh, good. I pick you,” Allie said, then turned and yelled back into the office. “Miss Grace? I found one all by myself! See?”

In the waiting room, a woman kneeling at the feet of the now completely shoeless toddler looked up and sighed. The little boy was trying to wiggle his way off the chair. A second woman was holding the baby, who was sucking on his fists.

“Allie, Miss Charlotte will find you a big sister. You can’t just grab one in the hallway.” Miss Grace grabbed the toddler by his left ankle, which kept him from sliding out of the chair, but he howled in protest. To top it all off, the baby started crying. The poor mother looked as though she might sit down and cry, too.

Ben had seen that exhausted-mother look before and stepped in. “Ma’am, would it be okay if I walked you and Allie and the boys to your car?”

She gave him a look that said she would have kissed his feet, if need be, to get help to the car with Allie and the two squirmy, crying boys. Allie came to his side and put her hand trustingly in his. Miss Grace handed him the toddler, whom he held against his shoulder.

“Thank you so much. I’ll get the shoes, the baby and the diaper bag—”

“I’ve got the diaper bag,” said the pretty blonde who was a whiz with ribbons.

Ben, this might be your lucky day.

If he could just get her phone number. And find the time to have lunch or something, and if she was willing… If he could sneak away from Mrs. Ryan for a few more hours, and if this woman actually liked him and wanted to see him again, he might manage to have a life outside the church.

People said he needed one. They warned about getting completely caught up in his work and forgetting to have a personal life.

Ben held the toddler, who was studying him with distrusting eyes. Grace had the baby. The blonde had the diaper bag. Allie was close by. They were ready.

“Thank you both so much,” Grace said.

“We’re having one of those days.” Allie sounded six going on twenty-six.

After a few more moments of confusion over misplaced car keys, a lost sock and a small battle of wills with the toddler over his car seat, the little blue station wagon was loaded up and on its way, leaving Ben alone with the blonde and trying to remember how to flirt. He’d never been that good at it, and for the past few years, he hadn’t had time, even if he did remember how.

She saved him by sticking out her hand and saying, “Sorry. It was so hectic back there, I didn’t have time to introduce myself. I’m Kate Cassidy.”

He took her hand in his. “Hi. Ben Taylor.”

“Nice to meet you. Are you going back to the office, too?”

“Yes.”

They turned and walked together.

Kate said, “So, are you a big brother?”

“No, I’m in the highly precarious position of owing the director a favor, and I’m not sure yet how she’s going to collect. I hear she can be brutal. I could have six little brothers by lunchtime.”

“Charlotte does seem to know how to take advantage of every opportunity.”

“She twisted your arm, too?”

“No. I can’t say that. It was more like…” They’d gotten back to the office door, and Ben held the door open for her. Kate nodded in the direction of his hand. “…like opening a door in front of me and knowing I’d walk right through it. You know what I mean?”

“Oh, yeah. Those get me every time,” he said, thinking the door metaphor could really be a sign. He believed in signs. And phone numbers. He had to get her phone number before she disappeared. He was trying to picture his calendar through the end of the week, to see if he had a day open for lunch, when they walked into the Big Brothers/Big Sisters office one more time.

“Kate,” the receptionist said. “It’s so good to see you. I’ve been waiting to see an announcement in the paper, but I must have missed it. You and Joe have picked a wedding date, haven’t you?”

Ben barely managed not to growl.