Lauraine Henderson began writing as a child, poems and journaling, until babies, building houses, and bookkeeping jobs usurped her world. Now, well established in Oregon and with the children grown, she devotes her time to writing her favorite genre, clean romance. Years of life experience translate into plots, calamities, and happily-ever-afters as she writes her inspirational and romantic stories about fictional people who seem so real, you’ll want to know what happens after the book ends!
Allison Lockwood and Gavin Hunt have been offered the chance to take over the Lazy Daisy Inn and Campground so their respective grandparents, the current owners, can retire and marry. It seems all too easy for Ally and Gavin to prove themselves during the six-month probationary period until they’re fighting disasters at the campground and failing at over-optimistic baking expectations.As Ally and Gavin slowly explore their growing attraction, they help each other fight fires, endure raging storms, and share a few passionate kisses. But there’s more than fires to fight when Ally’s grandfather disapproves of their budding romance and Ally is convinced Gavin has a girlfriend in the wings…a girlfriend expecting his baby!
Ride along as the two unlikely innkeepers figure out how they fit in their new life and learn the lesson taught by the Daisies in the Driveway.
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“You got out of bed way too fast,” he whispered as he pushed her toward the sink, nuzzling her neck.
“If I had stayed, we would have been there for another half hour at least.”
“So?” Gavin lifted his head.
“I’ve got to start breakfast. There’s a mass of people to feed.”
“They can fend for themselves.” He kissed her neck.
Ally laughed softly. It wasn’t true, but it sounded fun. She spun in his arms and gave him an extra-long good morning kiss.
“Ahem.” A voice cleared.
Startled, they jumped apart and stared at the kitchen cabinets near the pantry where stood the two people they had hoped were still safely tucked away in their new house in town.
“Granddad.”
“Grams.”
Gavin and Ally spoke at the same time, moving further away from each other as the two elderly people stared them down, a package of flour held so tight in Oliver’s hands, Ally was sure the light powder would be cascading onto the floor in mere moments.
Oliver’s red face reminded Ally of a pomegranate and she had an almost uncontrollable urge to giggle. “What’s been going on here?” he growled.
“It’s not what you think,” Ally said.
Gavin linked their hands and she wasn’t sure if that gave her courage or condemned her. The action certainly wasn’t overlooked by either Oliver or Ronnie. Ally was surprised Ronnie hadn’t said something yet. Maybe they had finally found a way to leave her speechless. Ugh.
Gavin linked their hands and she wasn’t sure if that gave her courage or condemned her. The action certainly wasn’t overlooked by either Oliver or Ronnie. Ally was surprised Ronnie hadn’t said something yet. Maybe they had finally found a way to leave her speechless. Ugh.
“I think you two have filled the house beyond capacity, and made yourselves comfortable upstairs in the attic, in the same bed, and there’s a lot more to your relationship than business partners.”
“Maybe it is what you think.” Ally snickered.
“Gavin Tyrone Hunt!” Ronnie had found her voice and Ally worried she’d wake the entire house. “I thought you were raised better than that.”
“I was,” he said. “I mean, nothing happened.”
“Are you saying you didn’t sleep with Allison?” her cold voice didn’t waver, but at least the volume had lowered.
“No. Yes. No.” Gavin’s face was turning an impressive shade of red and Ally waited to see how he would get out of that one. “I mean, yes, we slept together, but that’s all we did—sleep.”
Oliver straightened, all five foot, ten inches of him and glared at Gavin. “And you expect us to believe that, especially after witnessing your little exchange just now?”
Ally swallowed hard, guilty for what could have happened, not what did. “Yes!” she said emphatically.
“Well, you’re going to have to do better than a simple yes.”
Gavin rubbed his jaw and headed for the back door. “I don’t have to take this. I’m a grown man. She’s a grown woman. And you’re not my father!” In a moment, Gavin was gone, leaving Ally with the two grandparents and a lot of explaining to do.
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