One Fine Day

One Fine Day
Janice Sims

Giving up his high-flying career as an attorney to work in his family's California vineyard was one of the best things Jason Bryant ever did. The other was falling in love with beautiful bookstore owner Sara Minton.Jason knows that Sara loves him, which makes her refusal to marry him even more frustrating. Why does Sara keep saying she'll be able to marry him 'one day'? Whatever her secret is, Jason is sure he can cope. But not knowing the truth is tearing him apart.Six years ago Sara was at her lowest ebb, until Aminatu's Daughters–a secret organization that helps women and children in jeopardy–gave her life purpose again. Now Sara faces an impossible choice between the man she adores and her dangerous but rewarding work. And as Sara's very safety comes under threat, she and Jason must risk everything to claim a future together…

One fine Day

Janice Sims

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

To all the Amazons out there who keep holding

it down for their loved ones and for the rest

of the world! You’re magnificent women,

and you inspire me every day.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 1

Jason Bryant whipped the Ford Explorer into the parking lot of Aminatu’s Daughters and parked right behind Sara Minton’s cherry-red Mustang convertible, thereby blocking her exit. If there was one thing he knew about Sara, it was that she was a hard woman to pin down. This way, she wasn’t going anywhere until he’d issued his invitation.

He climbed out of the SUV’s cab, his long muscular legs flexing beneath a pair of Wrangler jeans. The heels of brown leather cowboy boots announced his arrival as he walked across the hardwood floor of the bookstore.

He noticed right away that there was another strange woman behind the counter in the coffeehouse section of the bookstore. Strange, in that she was new to him.

The rate of employee turnover at Aminatu’s Daughters astounded him. He’d counted more than ten new employees within the past year. All of them had been women and all of them had been brown-skinned. They worked a few weeks, and then moved on.

He made a point of speaking to each and every one of them in order to prove his theory that none of them could claim English as their native tongue. The woman today was in her early twenties, had dusky brown skin, dark brown eyes and a very short afro.

Jason walked up to the counter. “Hi, how are you? I’m looking for Sara. She’s here, isn’t she?”

“We have wonderful mocha lattes,” the woman said cheerfully. She turned to gesture to the coffee machine behind her.

“Thank you, no,” said Jason. He smiled gently. He couldn’t be sure, but he would wager that she was South African. She had the same lilting cadence to her voice as Nelson Mandela: a musical tone that was beautiful to the ear.

Upon hearing that he did not want a mocha latte, her expression became so sad that he changed his mind. “Oh, okay, I’ll take a small one.”

She smiled broadly. “Miss Sara is working in her office,” she said once the sale was under her belt.

Jason laughed softly. It was obvious she intended to earn her keep around there.

“Thank you. I’ll be back for my coffee.” He turned and walked across the bookstore section and into the hallway. The first door he came to was the storage room. The second was the employee lounge. Next, he came to Sara’s office. The door was closed.

He knocked and waited.

“Come in!” he heard Sara’s distinctive husky voice call.

When he walked in Sara was sitting behind her desk, and Gary Pruitt was sitting on the corner of it looking right at home. He was wearing an expensive suit, as usual. Jason didn’t think he’d ever seen the man in anything except a suit. But then Gary was the most successful attorney in town. He had to look professional. Jason, who used to work as an attorney himself, could recall how looking professional was a part of the job.

These days, as a gentleman farmer, his chosen title for his job as a vintner, he wore jeans or khakis and sturdy denim shirts. The last time he’d worn a suit it had been to his brother Franklyn’s wedding, which had taken place over a year ago.

“Am I interrupting anything?” Jason asked lightly as he entered the room.

“No, no,” Sara said quickly. She rose and Jason leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. Her smooth brown skin had a light flowery scent and, as always, Jason’s heartbeat accelerated as a result of being near her.

Jason straightened and Sara gestured to the chair in front of her desk before she sat back down. “Have a seat. Gary was just telling me that he and Kat are having a dinner party next Saturday night and wanted to know if you and I could come.”

Jason brightened. He knew he had no reason to be jealous of Gary. All indications were that he was happily married. He was a newlywed, in fact. But why did he have to spend so much time with Sara?