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Then he stretched his arm out around the back of her shoulders,and she knew he wasn't just being overfriendly anymore.She closed her eyes. Travis, what are you doing?" Whenno reply came forth, she turned to look at him.He met her questioning stare. "I'm falling for my summergirl, that's what I'm doing.Jena glanced down at her hands, gripping the novel in herlap. She could scarcely believe the words Travis spoke--likesomething out of a beautiful love story."The truth is," he said, leaning closer, I've been falling foryou for months."Her heart seemed to swell in her chest."Jena, say something, will you?"I can't. I think I just forgot how to breathe."ANDREA BOESHAAR was born andraised in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.Married for twenty years, she andher husband Daniel have threeadult sons. Andrea has been writingfor over thirteen years, butwriting exclusively for the Christianmarket for six. Writing is somethingshe loves to share, as well as, help othersdevelop. Andrea quit her job to stayhome, take care of her family, and write.HEARTSONG PRESENTSBooks under the pen name Andrea ShaarHP79--An Unwilling WarriorBooks by Andrea BoeshaarHP188--An Uncertain HeartHP238--Annie's SongHP270--Promise Me ForeverHP279--An Unexpected LoveHP301--Second Time AroundHP342 The Haven of RestHP359--An Undaunted FaithHP381--Southern SympathiesHP401---Castle in the CloudsHP428---An Unmasked HeartHP466--Risa's RainbowDon't miss out on any of our super romances. Write to us at thefollowing address for information on our newest releases and clubinformation.Heartsong Presents Readers' ServicePO Box 719Uhrichsville, OH 44683Or visit www.heartsongpresents.comThe Summer GirlAndrea Boeshaar4 To my former neighbors and precious friends who resided onthe 3900 block of Prospect Avenue in Shorewood, Wisconsin,from 1965 to 1975. Ours was a closely-knit neighborhoodmade famous by its Fourth of July block parties and Mr.Shddon's motorcycle rides up and down the street. The memoriesI have of you all will remain near and dear to my heart.A special hello to Patty Andrews. I hope you don't mindthat I moved my characters into your childhood home ... andthen remodeled it!A note from the Author:I love to hear from my readers! You may correspondwith me by writing:Andrea BoeshaerAuthor RelationsPO Box 719Uhrichsville, OH 44683ISBN 1-58660-681-3THE SUMMER GIRLCopyright � 2003 by Andrea Boeshaar. All rights reserved. Exceptfor use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this workin whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical, orother means, now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the permission of Heartsong Presents, an imprint of Barbour Publishing, Inc., PO Box719, Uhrichsville, Ohio 44683.All Scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are takenfrom the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION NIV). Copyright1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permissionof Zondervan Publishing House. All rights reserved.All of the characters and events in this book are fictitious. Anyresemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual eventsis purely coincidental.PRINTED IN THE U.S.A.5 Needs a Summer Girl."Jena Calhoun glanced at the piece ofpaper Mrs. Barlow handed to her at church yesterday, thenlooked back up at the Spanish-looking house looming infront of her. According to Mrs. Barlow, the owner and occupantof this place, a lawyer by the name of Travis Larson,would be expecting Jena."You'll be perfect for the position," insisted old Mrs.Barlow who lived next door to the Larsons. "Travis's daughterswill adore you, and the job will solve all your problems."Yes, it sure would, Jena thought as she neared her destination.Located on the corner of Prospect Avenue and Shorewood Boulevard, the two-story hacienda had a white stuccoexterior with a red tile roof. It looked like it belonged inMexico, not in this small suburb of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Atall redwood fence surrounded a tiny courtyard, and a narrowroof above the back door joined the house to a little apartmentthat sat above the two-car garage.Jena made her way up the front steps, her palms sweatingand her stomach filled with perpetual flutters. She hadn't everbeen good at impressing others. She only knew how to beherself, Jennifer Ann Calhoun--Jena, for short.But would that be enough to get her the job? Lord, I need Yourhelp ...Taking a deep breath, she pressed on the doorbell Within aminute, the door swung open, and she found herself lookingup into the face of a very handsome man with a very sterncountenance. ...6"Yes?""Hello," she began, smiling politely, "I'm Jena Calhoun, andI'm here to interview for the summer girl position."The dark-headed man's expression changed from severe tosurprise. /'ou? You're Jena?"Why, yes. Is there a problem?"Well, no ..." The man opened the door a bit wider andbeckoned her inside, I was just expecting someone a littleyounger--like, fifteen years old.""Oh?"The man indulged her with a smile, patronizing as itseemed. "Usually summer girls are teenagers," he explained, Iwas expecting a sixtteenyear-old.""I see." Jena chewed her lower lip in contemplation. Herfriend, Mary Star, had given her a lift to Mayfair Mall, a popularshopping center on Milwaukee's west side. From there,Jena had taken two city buses to get here to the small villageof Shorewood, a suburb on the shores of Lake Michigan. Itseemed such a shame that now she wouldn't even get aninterview. "Well," she said at last, "thanks anyway."She had turned to leave when the man grabbed her elbow."Whoa! Where you going?"Jena swung around and looked at him, taking note of hisfrown and the concern in his chocolate-brown eyes. "I'mtwenty-six. I guess I'm too old to be a summer girl."The man chuckled. "Perhaps, but let's talk anyway." Heguided her into the well-lit living room. Six tall white woodframed windows graced the entire front wall. A sofa andmatching love seat, upholstered in greens and mauves againstan ivory background, had been expertly placed on plush,cream colored carpeting. Jena wondered if the man was goingto ask her to slip out of her shoes before she walked on theimmaculate wall-to-wall rug.7 He didn't."Come in, please, and sit down. Maybe I'll redefine thesummer girl position and interview you as a possible nanny"He grinned.Jena, however, wondered if she'd just been insulted. Shethought the title of nanny sounded so ... subservient. She satdown on the sofa anyway as the man took a place on the loveseat across from her.So you're the girl ... I mean the woman Mrs. Barlowrecommended.""Yes, I guess I am."Hmm ..." The man appeared thoughtful. Mrs. Barlowkept referring to you as 'such a sweet girl,' so obviously Ipictured a girl.""Sorry." Jena didn't know what else to say, and she wasbeginning to regret even coming here.Oh, no need for apologies." Travis cleared his throat. Iunderstand you and Mrs. Barlow attend the same church.""Yes, that's right."In Menomonee Falls."Jena nodded."You know," he began with a puzzled frown, I never didfigure out why Mrs. Barlow went all the way out there just forchurch when there's one not even a mile away from here."Her son's family lives in the Falls, Jena told him, "so shespends Sundays with them, and of course, she's a proudgrandmother.Oh, right. I forgot about her son and his family" The manrubbed his palms together. "Well, enough chitchat, let's getdown to business. I'll tell you about the job. I have twodaughters,Mandi and Carly. Mandi is six and Carly is three. My sisterhas cared for them since my wife died, shortly after Carly'sbirth. But then Glenda, my sister, decided to elope." Traces of8 sarcasm suddenly tainted his voice. "Not only did Glenda leaveme without child care, but she ran offwith my assistant, whichleaves me overworked at the office. Nice sister, huh?""Nice assistant,"Jena quipped."Yeah, that too," he muttered.The man relaxed against the back of the love seat, and Jenanoticed his crisp white dress shirt sleeves were rolled to theelbow. He wore a loosened necktie and black dress pants.Sitting there, Jena thought he looked like he belonged on thecover of GQ Magazine.Her gaze moved back up to the man's face. His gentlyangled jaw line was clean-shaven, and his lips appeared softand tender, though bent into a natural smirk. His eyes were adeep brown, and Jena noticed they mirrored her assessment.From his expression, Jena couldn't tell what he thought of her,but in just two words, she figured she could sum him up:handsome and arrogant.By the way, my name is Travis Larson.""Yes, I figured as much."The smirk broadened. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you,Miss Calhoun."She smiled a reply, unsure if she could return the sentiment."Do you drive?""Yes.""Good. My girls are involved in a lot of activities. Swimming,gymnastics, a weekly playgroup."I don't own a car."Travis waved off her remark. "I do. I own two, in fact. Youcan use the station wagon."Jena lifted an inquiring brow. "I can?""Maybe this won't be so bad after all," he mused aloud, gazingoff into the direction of the sleek, black grand piano, whichjutted out from the corner of the living room. His gaze shifted9 back to Jena. "Do you like chil... [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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