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

“Neil Dunn and Sally Foster. Your boss is expecting us.” Neil looked at the clerk behind the counter of the laundromat. She nodded curtly, and called, “Johnathan?” O’Toole came out, and said, “Come with me, you two.” They followed him into the office and sat down inside the office. Sally looked around a little, and asked, “What’s the other door for?” 


“The other business of course. I have to have two ways in. This bookshelf here covers it when the feds come sniffing around.” He pushed it aside easily, hiding the door perfectly. “Anyway, I’m glad you could make it. I want you to start from the beginning, however, let’s allow Jack time to arrive. Oh.” O’Toole’s face went nearly as red as his hair. “Um…hello.” Neil turned to find the most petite, attractive woman he’d seen in all of Chicago, aside from Sally of course. She smiled shyly at them, and said in a sweet, Southern accent, “I’m sorry, am I botherin’ you?” Her belly was swollen with pregnancy, as if ready to have that baby. 


Chapter Nineteen