Someone To Watch Over Me

Someone To Watch Over Me
Teresa Hill

His mother's death left cop Jax Cassidy to settle her estate, watch over three younger sisters…and contend with one very spoiled dog. It all seemed to be working, too, until the aptly named Romeo began sniffing around Jax's love life. The dog had to go.Jax found the perfect new owner–florist Gwen Moss, who was fighting to get over some soul-deep heartache of her own. Touched unexpectedly by Gwen's courage, faith and love, Jax embarked on a road to self-discovery where he might finally learn what's truly important in life.

Someone to Watch Over Me

Two people died in the week before

I was supposed to turn in this book,

and I want to dedicate it to both of them.

My friend and carpool buddy of four years,

Laura Morrison, who fought bravely for

five years against breast cancer.

She would have endured anything to be here

to raise her two children, whom she loved

completely and of whom she was so proud.

I miss you, Laura. It’s so odd to be in

a world without you.

And ten-year-old Jessica Harris, who played

on my daughter’s and Laura’s daughter’s

soccer team, whose death is one of those

things I will never understand.

Soccer season is starting again, Jessica.

We miss you, too.

Someone to Watch Over Me

Teresa Hill

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Those of you who’ve read my work before are probably thinking, This is weird and You’re writing what?

Yeah, it’s weird to me, too, and definitely not something I ever expected to be doing.

What can I say? Life is strange. We never know what’s coming or where life will lead us. Mine has led me here.

The last few years have been scarier and more difficult, more uncertain and more humbling than any I ever imagined experiencing, and through them all, God has shown me unequivocally that He is with me, helping me and guiding me in ways I see as nothing short of a miracle.

He also sent many people to help me along the way—my amazing children, John and Laura, whom I love completely, my wonderful husband, Bob, the kind of friends who can get me through anything and did, Barbara Samuel, Christie Ridgway, Vicki Hinze, Gail Virardi, June Taylor and most of all, my grandfather, Joseph Haggard Jr. I wouldn’t have made it without all of you.

And—don’t laugh—my dogs. (I was lonely and asked God for some more friends. He sent dogs.) Fletch, a beautiful Australian shepherd we found at the shelter, who was the inspiration for Romeo; and the love of his life, a sweet, little mixed-breed named Sophie, who showed up at our door during an ice storm.

Also, special thanks go out to all the wonderful writers at my workshop in New Zealand, who helped brainstorm ways to complicate this story.

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

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen