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Megan understood the role of a good friend.
But venting would mean explaining why heading up a library fundraising drive with weekly meetings and full immersion into what everyone else considered normal life thrust Hannah into an emotional tailspin. Opening that door meant facing things she'd tucked aside years ago.
If not now, when?
How about never?
Hannah shoved the internal questions aside. If keeping that door closed guarded her mental health, then so be it.
She nodded toward the trays of fresh candy and the wall of boxed chocolates shipped in from Grandma Mary's Buffalobased factory. "Just being around this much chocolate adds inches to my hips. Why do I work here? To torture myself?"
"To see me." Megan sent her a quick grin, finished packing an order, then waved toward the back. "New sponge candy in the minikitchen. See what you think."
"I love the perks of this job. Have I mentioned that lately?"
"Which is why you run voraciously. Nothing sticks on you."
"A blessing and a curse."
"Ha." Megan sent a doubtful look over her shoulder. "Not packing on pounds is never a curse. Bite your tongue."
"Let's just say I'm not afraid to augment as needed," Hannah shot back, grinning. "Aiding and abetting my lack of curves."
Megan laughed out loud. "Seriously, Hannah, the way you look in a dress? In your running gear? Headturning. Brat."
"Thanks." Hannah nipped a piece of fresh sponge candy, closed her eyes in appreciation and breathed deep. "Wonderful. Marvelous. Words escape me."
"That'll do for the moment. The chocolate is smooth enough?"
"The perfect blend of slightly bitter chocolate to golden, sugary honeycomb. Need any more convincing?"
"I could use you to write my ad copy." Megan grinned, then turned to answer the wall phone. "Grandma Mary's Candies, Megan speaking. Hey, darlin', when are you coming home?"
Honeymooner talk. Hannah moved into the kitchen, removing herself from the inevitable loveyous and missyous of being separated for two whole days.
Right now, the last thing Hannah needed was another reminder of her empty life.
She tried to appear normal. She'd done a morning stint at the library, followed by a mandatory meeting with Helen Walker, CEO of Walker Electronics, which put her into this current tizzy. Now she would put in four hours of work helping Megan in the family candy store in Wellsville.
Working odd jobs offered a semblance of normal, but normal had disappeared on a rainy afternoon almost five years ago, taking a hefty part of her selfreliance with it.
Pretense worked now. Fake it till you make it, an old sales adage that applied. Only Hannah hadn't gotten to the "make it" part yet. Lately she'd been wondering if she ever would. Perhaps Helen Walker had been right, maybe shouldering this library fundraising task would be good for her. Anything that pushed her out of her selfimposed comfort zone wasn't bad, right?
Depends on your definition of bad, her inner voice scoffed.
Oh, she knew bad. Been there, done that, had no desire to return. Not ever again. Keeping her responsibilities minimal meant downsizing risk, and that had become her current mantra.
"Yes?" She poked her head around the corner, then shifted her attention to the phone. "You done with lover boy?"
Megan laughed. "Yes, but he's not coming home until tomorrow. Problems with staffing at the Baltimore store. Wanna do a movie tonight?"
Hannah shook her head. "Too nice to stay inside. What about walking the ridge?"
"As in walk, not run?"
Hannah smiled as she weighed sponge candy into onepound boxes. "Promise."
"I'm in. You're okay on your own here?"
Hannah glanced around the empty store. "Fine. You're leaving?"
"Just for a bit. Ben needs a ride home from the restaurant." Ben was Megan's developmentally challenged younger brother who lived in a group home a few blocks from the store. "You go get Ben. I'll do quality control on the sponge candy. And maybe the caramels, as well."
"Can't be too careful." Megan paused and gave Hannah a quick hug on her way out. "Are you okay?"
"Fine. Why?" Steadying her features, Hannah glanced up.
"You seem a little off."
"I'm a girl. That happens, doesn't it?"
"Hmm." Megan didn't look convinced. "If you need to talk "
"Which I don't."
"Even so." Megan gave Hannah a look, her expression unsure. "If you do, I'm available."
"I know." Hannah turned her attention back to the task at hand, shoulders back, feet firm. "I appreciate it."
"Well, then." Megan sounded dubious but she'd never delve. More than Hannah's friendship, she respected her right to privacy, a wonderful plus in this age of girlfriendsknowall.
Hannah couldn't afford to have anyone know all. Bad enough she carried that burden on her shoulders. She refused to bring others down. But that weighted the yoke, and with the Allegheny foothills hinting gold and red, fall's beauty carried heavy reminders of love and loss.
The antique bell announcing a customer's arrival provided a welcome interruption. Hannah left the halffilled box on the scale and moved to the front of the eastfacing store. A man stood scanning a new display kiosk, a man who'd become distressingly familiar two hours ago. "May I help you?"
Surprise painted his features as Jeff Brennan turned from a corner display. Hannah fought the rise of emotions his expression inspired. In three years she hadn't crossed paths with this man, and now twice in one day?
Obviously God had a sense of humor, because the last person Hannah wanted to be around was a rising young executive, no matter how great he looked in gray tweed, the steelandrose pinstriped tie a perfect complement to the silvertoned oxford. She'd seen enough in the library council meeting to know he was selfconfident, selfassured and slightly impatient, a condition that might arise from lack of time or lack of compassion, not that she cared.
His crisp, clean, businessfirst air had Brian's name written all over it, a CEO in the making, driven and forwardthinking. With the leaves beginning their annual dance of color, thoughts of her former fiancé only worsened matters. She shoved the memories aside, kept her expression calm and stepped forward, determined to get through this library fundraiser somehow, since her library contract allowed her no other choice.
"You've got time to work here, but you're reluctant to help with the new library?" The hint of resentment in Jeff's tone said her lack of enthusiasm was unappreciated in light of Helen and Jonas Walker's sacrifices.
But then Jeff had no idea what dragons loomed in her past as summer faded to fall and kids marched off to school, pencils sharp, their backpacks fresh and new, a world she'd been part of until that dark November day.
She met his gaze, refusing to let the clipped tone get to her. "My library job in Jamison is parttime. Last I looked life was fulltime and that includes living expenses. An extra job helps pay the bills since the county couldn't afford more hours in the library budget."
"And you tutor?"
He'd actually been listening when she'd tried to beg off the fundraising committee earlier, but that shouldn't surprise her. You didn't get to Jeff Brennan's rung on the corporate ladder at thirtyplus without having a working brain. Of course being the boss's grandson couldn't hurt, but somehow she didn't see that happening at Walker Electronics. She slipped on fresh plastic gloves, ignored his question and indicated the glassfronted candy display with a tilt of her head. "Would you like a handchosen collection, Mr. Brennan?"
His eyes narrowed, his look appraising once again. She got the idea that Jeff Brennan did a lot of appraising.
Well, he could stuff his appraisals for all she cared.
Feigning patience she waited, a box in hand, letting him make the next move. Which he did.
"Are you free for dinner tomorrow night?"
It took her a moment to register the words, shield her surprise, think of a response and then shelve the comeback as rude, a quality she chose not to embrace.
This is not Brian.
And yet the quick looks, the straighton focus, the let'sgetdowntobusiness mode pushed too many buttons at once, especially with the distant hills hinting gold behind him.
He angled his head, his eyes brightened by her reaction. Which was really a nonreaction, and he seemed to find that almost amusing.
"I'm not, no."
"The library is open until eight on Wednesday."
He sent her an exaggerated look of puzzlement, crinkled his eyes and moved closer, his manner inviting. "You can't eat after eight o'clock? Are you like one of those little aliens that couldn't eat after midnight?"
"Thanks for the compliment. Sorry. Busy."
"Look, Miss Moore."
A smile softened his features; he was probably remembering they'd had this conversation before, like two hours ago in the conference room of Walker Electronics.
"Hannah. Pretty name. It means favored. Or favored grace."
"And you know this because?"
"I looked it up on my computer when I got back to my office."
Add smooth to the list of reasons to avoid Jeff Brennan. Too smooth, too handsome, too winsome with his short curly brown hair, hazel eyes, strong chin, great nose and lashes that girls spent way too much money for.
Hannah flashed him a cool smile, not wanting or needing to dredge up a past best left buried, not this time of year. "You and the wife picking baby names, Mr. Brennan?"
He raised unfettered hands. "Not married, never have been, nor engaged. And dinner is simply so you and I can go into Thursday's meeting on the same page with similar goals, if neither one of us successfully ducks this project. No strings, no ties, no ulterior motives."
The sensibility of his argument enticed Hannah to accept. Chronic fear pushed her to refuse. She waffled, hating this indecision, longing to be the person she used to be. Strong. Selfmotivated. Forceful.
But that was before Ironwood, and nothing had been the same since. She shook her head, needing to decline and hating the cowardice pushing the emotion. "I can't. Sorry."
He'd tempted her.
She'd telegraphed the reaction as she weighed her response, a quick, vivid light in her eyes, quenched as seconds ticked by. Jeff liked the bright look better, but either way, something about Hannah Moore piqued his interest.
Which made no sense because shy, retiring women weren't his type, although something in her stance and bearing made him think she wasn't as timid as she made out. Perhaps hesitant was a better word, and that only made him wonder what caused the timorous look behind those stunning blue eyes.
And if he couldn't persuade Grandma that his sister Meredith was the better choice to cochair these weekly meetings, he had to establish a common ground with this woman. Clearly she shared his displeasure about spending the better part of a year on the project.
Even with her long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail for her candy store stint, she was lovely. And cautious, a trait he'd learned to deal with if not love because his mother embraced caution as her middle name. But beneath the carefully constructed and controlled features, he sensed something else.
Right now he needed a cooperative attitude with this whole library business, and since he'd happened upon her here, at the Romesser family's new tribute store, fate was obviously throwing her into his path. Or maybe it was the fact that he needed a box of chocolates for a friend's wife who'd just given birth. Either way, Jeff wasn't about to waste an opportunity. He shifted his attention to the chocolates. "I need a pound and a half of mixed chocolates including cherry cordials, if you don't mind."
Her face softened, dissipating the glimpse of worry. "Josie O'Meara."
He laughed, amazed. "How'd you know?"
Hannah leaned forward as if sharing a secret. "She stopped by for one cherry cordial nearly every day until she delivered. It was her way of rewarding herself for being a working mom with a baby on board."
"That's Josie, all right. Do you know all your customers like that? At the library and here? And the kids you tutor?"
She shook her head as she filled the box, then shrugged. "Yes and no. It's easy because I work at small venues. If they were bigger, it might not be the same."
Somehow Jeff doubted that. Hannah's soulsearching eyes said she was a woman of marked intelligence.
So why was she working parttime in an outoftheway postagestampsize library, gilding the lack of pay by boxing chocolates?
She wrapped the box in paper decorated with tiny dinosaurs, perfect for the mother of a brandnew baby boy. "Tell her I packed extra cherry cordials in there from me. And that Samuel is a great name."
"Samuel was Hannah's son in the Bible, wasn't he?"
Her eyes shadowed, the hint of selfprotection reemerging.
"That will be eighteen dollars, please."
"Of course." He let the subject slide, not sure how or why, but pretty certain he'd prickled a wound. "And Wednesday night?"
She glanced away, then down.
"I can pick you up or we can meet at The Edge."
He waited, counting the ticks of the clock, then leaned forward. "And can you wear something that doesn't remind me of how pretty your eyes are? That doesn't augment that shade of blue?"
She jerked up, the shadow chased away by annoyance. "Maybe. Maybe not. I'll meet you there. Eightthirty."
"Perfect." He raised up the signature greenandtan striped paper bag bearing Grandma Mary's logo. "See you then. And thanks for the candy."
He felt her gaze on him as he left the store, the bell jangling his departure. He headed left toward the hospital, but refused to glance back to see if she watched him stroll down the sidewalk.
Let her wonder if he'd totally forgotten her the minute he stepped through the door, which he hadn't. Give her something to stew over instead of whatever shadowed her expression.
Although he did understand the concept of shouldering burdens firsthand. His father's illicit drug and gambling habits turned Neal Brennan's brilliant mind into a disaster, nearly toppling their family business. Jeff intended to do whatever it took to polish the Brennan name until it gleamed.
Matt Cavanaugh's sudden reappearance in the area didn't make his goal easier, but Jeff refused to dwell on that new twist. He'd meet with Grandma later, get her opinion. And he'd run an internet check on his half brother, see what he could find. Good or bad, he'd face any showdowns with Matt wellinformed. And Hannah.
Hopefully he could establish ground rules with her over supper. If they were on the same page, perhaps they could jumpstart the library fundraiser quickly. Startup was always the most timeconsuming part of fundraising. Between his grandparents' and mother's philanthropy, Jeff had seen that firsthand. So he'd get together with Hannah, make a plan and set it in motion. And the whole dinner with a beautiful woman thing?
Not too shabby either.
Posted August 19, 2011
Librarians have long been a popular heroine in romances. No wonder. They are intelligent yet quiet, often secretly longing for a more exciting life, and coaxed to love for the first time. In Mended Hearts by Ruth Logan Herne, the librarian theme is given a contemporary twist with a heart-broken librarian who hides from the world due to headline-inspired events. Taking inspirational romance to a new level, Herne's story demonstrates how love and friendship provide healing in the wake of tragic experiences and is a lesson to all who have isolated themselves due to their own fears.
In this gut-wrenchingly wonderful romance, Herne introduces us to Hannah Moore, a recent resident of Allegany County. As someone longing to stay safe and not take risks, her thinking is challenged by a very intense yet understanding hero, Jeff Brennan. Hannah is a part-time librarian and tutor who otherwise stays uninvolved in her community. She also doesn't do romance, no way, no how. Due to manipulation on the part of wise women, she finds herself teamed with businessman Jeff on a library fund-raising project. From the moment he steps into her life, she is challenged, supported and wooed in a way she hadn't thought possible. One of my all-time favorite heroes, Jeff has his own challenges to face and learns from Hannah's example as she confronts her fears and comes to terms with her past.
Mended Hearts ended too soon for me. Fortunately, Allegany County continues to be full of stories and secondary character Matt is due his own romance. I can't wait.
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Posted July 25, 2012
I really enjoy Ruth Logan Herne's books. She has a warm cozy writing style that brings you into the hearth and home of the characters. This book had a nice story, but I sometimes felt that I was reading the author's voice instead of the character's voice. I'm not aware of many men who would use internal thought such as "darling girl" or "delightful girl". This seems as if it is the author not the character speaking and it didn't ring true for me. Many times I thought Jeff wasn't completely flushed out as a character.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 28, 2011
Jeff Brennen the hero is everything I wanted to dislike about corporate America but he wrecks the stereotype in delightful ways. Hannah, the heroine has a painful past not of her own making and seeing her heal through the cast of supporting characters was enjoyable. I typically don't enjoy a book so much where one good honest sit-down and have it out conversation will bring to rights what keeps the hero and heroine apart but in true Ruth Logan Herne style she makes the dance these two do page-turning worthy with bits of humor, reflection, and wisdom that I've come to expect in any book with her name on it.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 12, 2011
Ruth Logan Herne knows how to get to the heart of her characters. Mended Hearts is a delightful story of small town living and relationships. Her Men of Allegany County series bring the small upstate New York area alive. Not to mention the men are wonderful heroes. I look forward to reading Yuletide Hearts, coming out in November.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 6, 2011
This is a truly beautiful love story. There is so much going on and I loved these characters so much, the hero and heroine but also all the other characters who inhabited the pages.
My only objection is I needed more. I wanted to stay with those people and be their friend for a lot longer. Mended Hearts promises to be part of a series called Men of Allegeny County and I love that. I get to go back!
I'm also hungry for sponge candy and caramels.
Posted November 15, 2011
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Posted November 5, 2011
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