She had too many responsibilities to have time to be interested in any man.
She saw the screen saver picture had come up a picture of Trent Dixon, a longtime friend and coworker. Trent was carrying her son on his big shoulders. Both guys were smiling as if theyd had the time of their livesand she suspected they had.
Katie quickly pushed a key and sent the image away before melancholy could take hold. Shed made her choicesand a relationship with Trent wasnt one of them. She needed the brawny KCPD detective as a friendTyler needed him as a friendmore than she needed Trent to be a boyfriend or lover or even something more.
Even if every cell in her body screamed to allow this man into her heart.
Kansas City
Confessions
Julie Miller
www.millsandboon.co.uk
JULIE MILLER is an award-winning USA TODAY bestselling author of breathtaking romantic suspensewith a National Readers Choice Award and a Daphne du Maurier Award among other prizes. She has also earned an RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award. For a complete list of her books, monthly newsletter and more, go to www.juliemiller.org.
For my dear friend and fellow author Laura Landon.
Shes a sweetie to travel to conferences with,
and a tough ol bird when it comes to motivating me.
Love her!
Oh, and she writes wonderful historical romances, too.
Contents
Cover
Introduction
Title Page
About the Author
Dedication
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
Extract
Copyright
Chapter One
God bless us, every one.
Katie Rinaldi joined the smattering of applause from the mostly empty seats of the Williams College auditorium, where the community theater group she belonged to was rehearsing a production of Charles Dickenss A Christmas Carol. The man with the white hair playing Ebenezer Scrooge stood at center stage, accepting handshakes and congratulations from the other actors as they completed their first technical rehearsal with sound and lights. The costumes shed constructed for the three spirits seemed to be fitting just fine. And once she finished painting the mask for the Spirit of Christmas Future, she could sit back and enjoy the run of the show as an audience member. Okay, as a proud mama. She only had eyes for Tiny Tim.
She gave a thumbs-up sign to her third-grade son and laughed when he had to fight with the long sleeves of his costume jacket to free his hands and return the gesture. His rolling-eyed expression of frustration softened her laugh into an understanding smile.
She mouthed, Okay. Ill fix it. Once he was certain shed gotten the message, Tyler Rinaldi turned to chatter with the boy next to him, who played one of his older Cratchit brothers. One of the girls joined the group, bringing over a prop toy, and instantly, they were involved in a challenge to see who could get the wooden ball on an attached string into the cup first.
Although extra demands with her job at KCPD and the normal bustle of the holidays meant Katie was already busy without having to work a play into her schedule, she was glad shed brought Tyler to auditions. The only child of a single mother, Tyler often spent his evenings alone with her, reading books or playing video or computer games after he finished his homework. She was glad to see him having fun and making friends.
Note to self. Katie pulled her laptop from her lime-green-and-blue-flowered bag and opened up her calendar to type in a reminder that she needed to adjust the costume that had initially been made for a larger child. What was one less hour of sleep, anyway? Shorten sleeves.
I think we might just have a show. Katie startled at the hand on her shoulder. Sorry. I didnt realize you were working.
Katie saved her calendar and turned in her seat to acknowledge the slender man with thick blond hair streaked with threads of gray sinking into the cushioned seat behind her. Hey, Doug. I was just making some costume notes.
The plays director leaned forward, resting his arms on the back of the seat beside her. Youve done a nice job, he complimented, even though shed been only one of several volunteers. His professionally trained voice articulated every word to dramatic perfection. Were down to the details nowif the gremlins in this old theater will give us a break.
Gremlins?
Doug looked up into the steel rafters of the catwalk two stories above their heads before bringing his dark eyes back to hers. I dont know a theater that isnt haunted. Or a production that feels like its going to be ready in time. Those were brand-new battery packs we put in the microphones tonight, but they still werent working.
And you think the gremlins are responsible? she teased.
Laughing, he patted her shoulder again. More likely a short in a wire somewhere. But we need to figure out that glitch, put the finishing touches on makeup and costumes, and get the rest of the set painted before we open next weekend.
You dont ask for much, do you? she answered, subtly pulling away from his touch. Doug Price was one of those ageless-looking souls who could be forty or fifty or maybe even sixty but who had the energyand apparently the libidoof a much younger man. Its a fun holiday tradition that your group puts on this show every year. Tylers having a blast being a part of it.