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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: Hometown girl made good, Josie Allen, has returned to Angel Ridge after years away at school. All too soon, the new Dr. Allen finds that being the director of the town's prestigious library won't be easy. With the debt of her education hanging over her head in the form of her benefactor breathing down her neck, Josie barely has time to concentrate on the new computer system giving her almost as many problems. She definitely has no time for the distractions of a man from the wrong side of the tracks--no matter how handsome he is.

eBook Publisher: Echelon Press, Published: 2004, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2005

This eBook is part of the following series:

• Deborah Grace-Staley's Angel Ridge Series

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Words: 55965
Reading time: 159-223 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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ISBN: 1590803418

"Deborah Grace-Staley has a true storyteller's voice."--JoAnn Ross, New York Times bestselling author of Out of the Blue

"Only You is a charming 'feel good' romance in a town you'll want to call home."--Debra Dixon, Co-Creator of the bestselling Mossy Creek Series

It was one of those days. Mid-May ... spring on the cusp of summer. A rare day. One with the bluest of skies dotted with cotton ball clouds and the temperature perfect with a cooling breeze blowing up from the lake. No one could ask for a better day, but not a thing had gone right since Josephine Allen's feet had hit the hardwoods of the turn of the century Victorian that had been her childhood home in Angel Ridge.

Josie had lived on the ridge up until she'd gone away to college. She'd been away for nearly seven years; but now she was back. The town had chosen her as the "right person" to take over the directorship of Angel Ridge's most prized possession: The Angel Ridge Library. Expectations were naturally high for the town's golden child.

So far, she had not delivered.

It had begun with the pronouncement by her parents that they would be moving to a retirement community in Florida. The house, of course, would be hers now. Whether she wanted it or not? Not an option. And then there were the problems with the cataloging program that had been keeping her at the library every night to all hours.

So, she'd awakened this morning to no power, no alarm clock, no curling iron, and no hot water. After a late night at the office, was a hot shower too much to ask? She did the best she could with her appearance under the circumstances. No time to check the fuse box. She'd barely make it to open the front door of the library by eight. There were probably people already lined up on the steps anxious to hit the genealogy room. They always came early and stayed until closing.

Two hours later, things at the office weren't going any better than things at home.

"Dr. Allen? Cole Craig on line two for you. He says it's urgent."

Josie turned from her computer screen to look up at her secretary standing in her office doorway. "Thank you, Teresa."

Josie removed her wire-rimmed glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose. The library's out-dated computer system had crashed twice already today, and it wasn't even lunchtime.

Cole Craig. Cole Craig. The name rang a bell, but her brain was so scrambled, she couldn't match a face to it. She punched the button below the blinking light on her phone, picked up the receiver and said, "This is Dr. Allen. How may I help you?"

"Is this Josie Allen?"

The deep voice laced with a smooth southern drawl flowed through the telephone line to caress her ear. Chill bumps raced up her arm. "Um ... yes," she managed through a suddenly constricted throat.

"This is Cole Craig. I'm sorry to bother you at work, but there's a problem at your house."

She frowned. She knew that, but just how did this person also know? "A problem?"

"Yes, ma'am. I was cuttin' Miss Estelee's lawn this morning. I had just cut it on Monday, but with all the rain we been having, I decided to cut it twice this week. So, when I stopped by her place today, like I always do on Thursdays, I decided to cut her grass again, and when I was around on the side of the yard closest to your house, I heard water runnin'."

Josie could have gotten lost in the verbal maze, but instead, a bell went off in her head. Cole Craig. Of course. How could she ever forget him? A couple of years older than her, they'd gone to middle school together, but he had to drop out of high school to help his ailing father keep their farm going. He'd never finished school, but he, like his father and grandfather before him, had not only supplied the town grocer with produce and the butcher with meat, but had also built houses for the poor and rich alike.

The Craigs were the founding family of Angel Ridge, much to the chagrin of the more prominent McKays and Wallaces. The Craigs had never been rich, but they'd worked quietly and with dignity in the community for generations. They were always the first to lend a helping hand around town.

"I hope you don't mind," he continued, "but I looked around a little and noticed water running down your sidewalk to the street, so I took a peek at your crawl space."

"Of course I don't mind. What did you find?"

"Well, it was just what I thought."

Josie waited. When he didn't supply any further information, she prompted, "What was that, Mr. Craig?"

"Oh, please. Call me Cole."

That odd warmth poured through her veins again. He had the most lyrically, beautiful voice for an uneducated man. Cole. The name seemed incongruent with the voice. "What did you find?"

"A busted pipe."

"Oh, my." She involuntarily winced at the slang usage of the verb "to burst."

"I went down to the water meter and shut off the main. But there's no tellin' how long that thing had been spraying water. You've probably got some wet floors in your house."

"Yes, I'm sure you're right."

"I'd be happy to fix it Jos-um ... I mean, Dr. Allen."

He said the word "doctor" like it felt foreign on his tongue. It was probably difficult for him to reconcile the young girl he remembered to Dr. Josephine Allen, Director of Library Science to The Angel Ridge Library. She wondered if he'd ever set foot in the library? Probably not.

"That's kind of you, Cole, but I'm sure you had other things planned for today. I'd hate to put you behind."

Josie hadn't been back in Angel Ridge long, but she remembered Cole Craig as a man in demand. Anyone in town who had something that needed fixing called Cole. She smiled. Her memories of him were of a big, beefy boy who'd always been kind to her despite the teasing she'd received in school for her bookwormish ways.

"Oh, it's no trouble, ma'am. That place of yours must be a handful since you don't have your folks around tendin' to things. It was a terrible loss for the town when they moved away. They were fine people."

He made it sound as if her parents had passed away, when what they'd really done was left her holding the bag in the form of a drafty old house that needed constant attention. "Yes, I don't really have the time or the knowledge needed to keep up such an old house."

She'd thought of taking a condo in Maryville, but her parents had nearly had heart attacks when she'd suggested it. So, she'd resigned herself to living here. It was her home, after all, and she did enjoy the short walk to work. How many towns remained in America where one could walk to work?

"You're lucky to have it. They don't make 'em like that any more."