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Praise for Jackie Braun
‘A great storyline, interesting characters and a fast pace help immerse readers in this tender tale.’
—RT Book Reviews on Inconveniently Wed!
‘Quite humorous at times, with beautifully written characters, this is a terrific read.’
—RT Book Reviews on A Dinner, A Date, A Desert Sheikh
‘Solidly plotted, with an edgy, slightly abrasive heroine and an equally unforgettable hero, this story is a great read. Don’t miss it.’
—RT Book Reviews on Confidential: Expecting!
‘ … reading her books [is] a delightful experience that carries you from laughter to tears and back again.’
—Pink Heart Society on Boardroom Baby Surprise
About the Author
About Jackie Braun
JACKIE BRAUN is a three-time RITA® Award finalist, a four-time National Readers’ Choice Awards finalist and the winner of the Rising Star Award for traditional romantic fiction.
She can be reached through her website at www.jackiebraun.com
‘I remember the first time I saw the man who would become my husband. I thought he was gorgeous and had a nice butt. What I didn’t know then was that he also had a terrific sense of humour and a contagious laugh. Nor did I know that he would eventually become my dearest friend.’
—Jackie Braun
Also by Jackie Braun
The Road Not Taken
The Daddy Diaries
Inconveniently Wed!
A Dinner, A Date, A Desert Sheikh
Confidential: Expecting!
Boardroom Baby Surprise
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Mr Right There All Along
Jackie Braun
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For my husband, Mark.
We’ve had lots of reasons to cry.
We’ve chosen to laugh instead.
That—and you—have made all the difference in my life.
I love you.
CHAPTER ONE
High School History 101
WHEN SHE SPIED the invitation amid the pile of bills and junk mail, Chloe McDaniels’s lips pulled back in a sneer. She’d been expecting it, but that didn’t make her reaction any less visceral.
Tillman High School’s Class of 2001 was set to celebrate its ten-year reunion.
Chloe did not have fond memories of her New Jersey high school. In fact, she’d spent her four years at Tillman ducking into bathroom stalls and janitors’ broom closets to avoid the unholy trinity of Natasha Bradford, Faith Ellerman and Tamara Kingsley.
She’d known the girls since grade school. They’d never been friends, but neither had they been enemies … until the start of their freshman year when, for reasons that had never been terribly clear to Chloe, she’d become their favorite target.
Literally.
Somehow on that first, already awkward day of high school, they managed to attach a “Kick Me” sign to the back of her shirt just before the start of first period. It was the last time Chloe ever accepted a friendly back slap without taking a gander over her shoulder afterward. As cruel pranks went, it wasn’t terribly original, but it was effective. She’d taken enough sneakers to the seat of her favorite jeans to feel like a soccer ball.
Then, between third period and lunch, Simon Ford had happened along.
“You might not want to wear this,” he’d said simply, removing the sign and handing it to Chloe. That was his way. Understated.
Good old Simon. He always had her back. Or backside, as the case had been. They’d been friends since his family had moved into her family’s apartment building at the start of third grade and their friendship continued to this day. Thinking of him now, Chloe picked up the phone before realizing the time. It was well after five on a Friday. He was probably out with his girlfriend.
Chloe realized she was sneering again. Well, it couldn’t be helped. She didn’t like Sara. The long-limbed and lithe blonde was too … too … perfect.
She glanced down at the invitation. Perfect Sara would never find herself in this position. Perfect Sara would have been the homecoming queen and the prom queen and the every other kind of queen at her high school. Unlike Chloe, whose only class recognition had come in the form of “curliest hair” and “most freckles.”
Yeah, that was what a girl wanted to be remembered for, all right.
Her gut told her to ball up the invitation in a wad, spit on it and, with expletives she knew in four languages, send it whizzing into the trash can. Her heart was a different matter. It was telling her to reach for a spoon and the pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream in her freezer.
Diet in mind, she went with her gut.
Sort of.
She lavished the invitation
