My Guardian Angel

By: K. R. Bailey | Other books by K. R. Bailey
Categories: Mainstream Romance, Contemporary
Word Count: 17,964
Heat Level: SWEET
Published By: The Wild Rose Press

 

After thirty-eight years of marriage, Emma Clawson is alone. A widow. Her husband has always taken care of everything, the fields, the yard, even plowing snow off the driveway. She’s spent her life caring for her husband and family. Now she must find a way to move on. But how?

Joe Bailey, a handsome widower, involved with a rich, beautiful woman, finds their relationship is lacking. His family has encouraged him to date, but the women he meets don’t fill the empty void deep in his heart.

When Joe is asked to help harvest the fields for a neighbor, he is drawn to the pretty brown-haired widow with the sad, lonely eyes. She is fighting the ravages of loneliness and insecurity, and he longs to be there to help and care for her. Can he find the way into her heart? Will she allow him to help her learn to live again?







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My Guardian Angel
My Guardian Angel

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Excerpt

Emma felt shy like a high school girl on her first date. She scampered towards the house, pausing as she opened the door to look and see if Joe was following her. He was so close she gasped when his tall lean body brushed up against hers.

"Sorry," he mumbled as he held the door open for her.

Emma drank in the masculine smell of him, looked up at his full mouth, then ran through the door. "Have a seat. Oh, let me take your coat." She reached quickly, pulling it from his shoulders. "Would you like some hot chocolate?" She pushed nervously at her hair. He was a stranger in her house. She moved to the counter, eyes darting over her shoulder to see what he was doing.

"Are you uncomfortable with me here?" Joe asked quietly, his eyes never leaving her face.

"What? No. I ... would you prefer I make coffee?" Emma turned towards the sink. She didn't wait for his reply as she put water in a cup. Being alone with a man was making her jittery.

"I'd love hot chocolate."

"You would?"

"Yes, if it's not an imposition." This time he chuckled at her unease. "Can I help you with anything?"

"Oh, no. Just have a seat. Hope you don't mind sitting in the kitchen."

He pulled out the wooden kitchen chair with the red-checkered cushion and sat down. "Not at all."

"Here's some cookies. I just made them yesterday. Hope you like chocolate chip?" Emma sat them on the table watching him look around at the curtains that matched the cushions. She'd always felt it was a comfortable room where she'd served her family countless meals. She stood staring at the man sitting in her kitchen, not sure why she felt so nervous.

"They're great." Joe smiled up at Emma, "Aren't you going to join me?"

"Ah, yeah." Emma retrieved the cups of hot chocolate fresh from the microwave. She glanced uneasily around her kitchen, realizing everything looked a little dated. The color in the curtains was faded. The cushions were worn. Perhaps it was time for some remodeling. She and Henry had discussed it many times, but never seemed to find the time or money to do it. She wondered what Joe thought about being in her old kitchen, then pushed the thought from her mind. Did it really matter what he thought?