“John English’s son came here to talk.”
Olivia was stunned by Darcy’s news. “Sloan came there? I’m surprised. I thought he’d been sick.”
“He is sick,” said Darcy. “He passed out in the foyer. An ambulance had to come and take him away. He wasn’t in any condition to be checking out his father’s love life.”
“Oh, dear. Do make sure Sloan’s as comfortable as possible. He is our guest.”
“He’s not our guest. He just descended on us. He—”
“Now, there is absolutely no sense in you younger people having this Montague-Capulet mentality about our relationship.”
“Mother,” Darcy said with suspicion in her voice, “if you’re comparing John English and yourself to Romeo and Juliet—”
“True love can happen quite fast. I used to think it was a myth—but it’s not. Maybe you’ll find out yourself someday.”
“I might point out that Romeo and Juliet were kids who got into a lot of trouble by rushing into things. Utter disaster, in fact.”
Dear Reader,
This is a story about old-fashioned romantic things: flirting, love letters and courtship. But sometimes old-fashioned romance takes surprising, newfangled turns.
If Cupid loves mischief (and he does), he must adore e-mail. It gives him zingy new darts that are far-ranging, super-speedy and very, very potent.
Darcy, the heroine, is shocked when her beautiful mother falls in love with a man she’s met on the Internet. She’s even more stunned when that man’s son shows up on her own doorstep.
He’s determined to find out the truth about this unexpected love affair. So is she. The last thing they expect is a love affair of their own.
I hope you enjoy P.S. Love You Madly, and that it will bring you a smile or two.
Happy reading!
Bethany Campbell
Books by Bethany Campbell
HARLEQUIN SUPERROMANCE
837—THE GUARDIAN
P.S. Love You Madly
Bethany Campbell
To My Roommate at Bentley’s
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
IT WAS A SATURDAY MORNING in May, and the Texas Hill Country was in bloom. Wild roses clambered up the fences, violets blossomed along the creeks, and the bluebonnets blanketed the fields so thickly, it was as if they were turning the earth into a second sky.
The Hill Country was celebrating spring, and at its heart, the city of Austin celebrated, too. It was the time of the yearly Old Pecan Street festival.
But on his long drive here, Sloan English had paid no mind to the beauty of the countryside. Now in the festival’s midst, he cared nothing for the city’s revels. He wanted simpler things: to get back to Tulsa, find some sorely needed peace, and start putting his life back together.
Instead, he had come to Austin against his will to track down a woman he didn’t want to meet. And she was not where she was supposed to be—right at the festival’s center. She had vanished.
Not only had she disappeared, so had her shop. At the address where it should have been was a candy kitchen. It advertised, among other things, The Best Little Horehounds in Texas.
Sloan went in, glad to escape the insanely churning crowd outside. There was no one else within except an attendant behind the counter, a chubby woman with an eager-to-please air. She wore a white apron spotted with colored sugar sprinkles, and a name tag that said Velda.
She told him she hadn’t lived long in Austin and had but an imperfect memory of the shop called The Prickly Poppy. “They lost their lease or something,” she said. “They been gone a couple months. You want to try the gumdrop of the day? It’s jalapeño flavored.”
He didn’t want the gumdrop she offered, which was neon green and shaped like a chili pepper.
He shook his head. “You said ‘they.’ There was more than one person involved?”
