His Two Little Blessings

His Two Little Blessings
Mia Ross

Can he find love again—with two adorable helpers?A Liberty Creek romanceWhen the school board threatens to cut her art program, Emma Calhoun plans to fight for the job she loves. And with her student’s father, banker Rick Marshall, on board to help, she might just succeed. But even as the handsome widower and his sweet little girls burrow their way into her heart, will he allow himself to love once more?

Can he find love again—with two adorable helpers?

A Liberty Creek romance

When the school board threatens to cut her art program, Emma Calhoun plans to fight for the job she loves. And with her student’s father, banker Rick Marshall, on board to help, she might just succeed. But even as the handsome widower and his sweet little girls burrow their way into her heart, will he allow himself to love once more?

MIA ROSS loves great stories. She enjoys reading about fascinating people, long-ago times and exotic places. But only for a little while, because her reality is pretty sweet. Married to her college sweetheart, she’s the proud mom of two amazing kids, whose schedules keep her hopping. Busy as she is, she can’t imagine trading her life for anyone else’s—and she has a pretty good imagination. You can visit her online at miaross.com (http://www.miaross.com).

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His Two Little Blessings

Mia Ross

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HIS TWO LITTLE BLESSINGS

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“I’d hate to be a third wheel.”

“Technically, you’d be the fourth wheel,” Rick corrected Emma, adding a mischievous grin. “And if you want to come, we’d love to have you. The girls, I mean,” he amended quickly.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you honestly that clueless, or are you just messing with me?”

He laughed out loud. “Okay, you got me. It’s nice to have another grown-up to talk to, and you’re great company.”

“Really? But I’m so quiet.”

“And funny and sweet. I have to say, I’ve never met anyone quite like you, Emma. You’re one of a kind.”

“Does that work on the other women you’ve known?”

Suddenly, the humor left his expression. “Only one.”

“Sarah?” When he nodded, she steadied her voice. “I’m honored. May I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Do you think you’ll ever be able to think of her and smile?”

He took a moment to consider that and nodded. “Someday. People tell me the pain eases, but I didn’t believe that. Until recently, anyway.”

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