Neil Dunn limps down the street, an old war injury not stopping him from going to his favorite place. When he slides into his usual spot, every eye is on this petite little red head. She's captured Neil's heart before he knew her name. But it turns out to be the boss' niece, Sally Foster. She's smart, she's good at her job, and she's taken over the business temporarily. Now she's taken Neil's heart. Will the past stop him from letting her in? Or is she the right woman to warm the ice-cold caverns of his soul? Also, will Roland stop looking at him like that?

Midnight Music

As the days wore on, Neil noted that somehow, Stew wasn’t getting much better. Granted, between his age and the wounds he suffered, it was going to be a long recovery, but the sooner Sally wasn’t invading Neil’s every thought, the better he could begin to feel, and the sooner he could get over her. The sooner that happened, then… 


Who was Neil kidding? He would never be truly happy. He didn’t deserve happiness. He was a disgraced doctor, a recovering morphinomaniac, and a lousy brother and son. Neil knew he was probably a disgrace back home, and why should he put Sally through that? It wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t right. She wouldn’t have a man that could work, could provide for a family. And he knew children were definitely in their future if they married. Even if her mother wasn’t going to pressure them, Sally would want them. He could see her being good with children. 


Chapter Eighteen