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Title: The Clover Chapel
Author: Devney Perry
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About The Clover Chapel:
She took a dare and fell in love. Truth would have been the smarter choice. After years of living under her father’s thumb, Emmeline is ready to break free. She’s abandoned her life as a New York socialite to follow her dream of becoming a kindergarten teacher in a small, wholesome town. Seeing the man that nearly broke her was absolutely not what she had hoped to find in Prescott, Montana. Nick hasn’t seen his Emmy in nine years, but that doesn’t mean he’s forgotten a thing about the woman he loves. After just one blissful night as man and wife, he gave her up, sacrificing his own happiness to keep her safe—far away from him. But the moment she walks back into his lonely life is the moment he decides never to let her go again. He won’t waste his second chance. All he has to do is win back Emmeline’s heart, keep her safe from the shadows in his past and prove to her that taking a wager on him is a sure bet.
Handing me my ticket, he asked, “Snacks?”
“Popcorn. Skittles. Junior Mints. Diet Coke,” I ordered. “What? Don’t give me that look. It’s my dinner.”
The lobby of the theater was packed full of people. Next to the small ticket box was a long concession counter where four high school kids frantically filled food and drink orders.
“Is it always this busy?” I asked.
“Tuesday night they run a special where everything is half off,” he said.
We waited our turn in awkward silence. This was not the place for a serious conversation but casual chitchat wasn’t an option either. We had too much baggage. After what felt like hours, we had our snacks and shuffled into the theater.
The two-story room was much larger than I would have guessed from the outside of the building. A small balcony hung above the main floor. The walls were draped in maroon curtains tied with gold, tasseled rope. The wood trim was carved in intricate swirls.
“This place is amazing,” I said, following Nick to a pair of open seats on the lower level.
“Yeah. A couple of years ago they renovated the place, but this has been the theater in Prescott since the early 1900s. Back then they used to do vaudeville shows. The stage beneath the movie screen is the original.”
“Very interesting. Do you come here often?” I spread my snacks around me for easy access during the movie.
I jumped in my seat when I felt his breath on the side of my face. I’d been so busy arranging my popcorn that I hadn’t realized he’d gotten so close. The seats in the theater were squished so closely together that my arm would be rubbing up against his all night.
Maybe the movie wasn’t such a good idea after all. At least with dinner, I’d have had a table separating us.
The movie started and though my eyes stayed locked on the screen, I wasn’t absorbing the film. All of my focus was on the man sitting next to me and the arm he’d draped around my shoulders. For two hours, Nick drew circles on my shoulder with his fingertips.
I should have pulled away and told him to stop. The words were right on the tip of my tongue but I just couldn’t get them out. Why had I let him touch me?
Because I was bat-shit crazy. That’s why.
When the crowd stood to leave, I breathed a sigh of relief that the night was over.
“Good night,” I said when I was safely on the sidewalk, but before I could escape, Nick captured my elbow and spun me around.
“Tomorrow night. Dinner.”
“I can’t tomorrow. Thursday either. I need to spend some time finishing my lesson plans,” I lied.
My prep work for school had been done since the weekend, but I had to get some space from Nick. My mental stability was at stake. Spending last night with him at The Black Bull and then tonight at the theater was too much.
“Lesson plans? Don’t you teach little kids?” he asked.
“After you spend a day attempting to keep fourteen kindergarteners entertained without a lesson plan, you can question their necessity. Until then, trust me when I say they are vital.”
“Fine,” he said with a smug grin. “Friday. Dinner. Prescott Café. Six o’clock.”
I nodded and rushed away before he could say anything else. What was with that arrogant smile he’d given me? Had I missed a joke?
It wasn’t until I was sitting in my driver’s seat that I realized why he had grinned. We had four dates left to fit into six days. If I delayed date two until Friday, it meant that I’d be seeing him Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday.
A whole weekend of Nick.
“Oh for the love . . .” I muttered before banging my forehead against the steering wheel.
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About the Author:
Devney lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories.