Her Sister's Fiancé

Her Sister's Fiancé
Teresa Hill

Sisters, Sisters…For years, Kathie Cassidy suffered in silence, determined that no one would ever find out she’d fallen in love with her beloved sister’s fiancé! And then the unthinkable happened. Her sister’s longtime engagement was over—and she, unbelievably, was marrying someone else. Joe was a free man. But what kind of girl would go after her sister’s ex-fiancé?Joe Reed was a man with a plan. For years, he was engaged to one woman. Now he’d been dumped, but he couldn’t even bring himself to care. Because inexplicably, he was falling for Kathie—his ex-fiancée’s sister. Which was not in the plan. But then he kissed her.… And his safe, predictable existence shattered on a dime.

Her Sister’s Fiancé

Teresa Hill

To everyone at The Whole You, Rutherfordton, NC.

Without a doubt, some of the coolest, nicest,

funniest, kindest, most interesting people in the

world. (The only other group I’ve ever found that

I’d describe that way are romance writers.)

I love you all. We don’t really have to leave, right?

And for Michael, because that’s

just the way he is and because he asked,

I will write words I have never before used in

all of my twenty-three published novels:

Heaving Bosoms.

Heaving Bosoms.

Heaving Bosoms.

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

Coming Next Month

Chapter One

The little old ladies by the picnic tables glared at him like he was pond scum.

Joe Reed tried to ignore them as he stood under a giant magnolia tree eating a hot dog at the town’s May Day picnic, trying to look like the old him—respectable, predictable, an all-around good guy.

Wait a minute. He leaned to the right to get a better look at one of the little old ladies.

Was that a friend of his grandmother’s?

He groaned.

His grandmother was hard of hearing and not quite living in the present. She often thought she was a girl looking for her poodle, CoCo, who’d been dead for seventy-five years. Joe had hoped she’d never get the whole story of his downfall, but if one of her friends from the nursing home was here, she’d probably be treated to the whole unsavory thing. Which meant, he had to hope his grandmother either wouldn’t hear what the woman had to say or that she’d forget it very quickly, both highly likely.

Still, he really didn’t want her to know.

Yeah, now that he’d gotten a better look, he was afraid that was her friend Marge and…maybe she was coming this way, probably to give him a piece of her mind. He turned around hoping to disappear, but the next moment, he got nailed in the shoulders and dragged off into the woods by two men.

Not strangers, unfortunately.

He’d rather be mugged.

Not that anybody got mugged in Magnolia Falls, Georgia.

But he’d rather.

“Hey, come on,” he tried.

Wherever they were going, he could at least get there under his own power. But his captors would have none of that, and one of them was armed, so he stopped arguing and let them do what they wanted.

They released him a half mile later, dumped him with his back against a tree, then backed up to face him, both glaring.