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Mass Market Paperback Hometown Sweetheart [Large Print] Book

ISBN: 0373815409

ISBN13: 9780373815401

Hometown Sweetheart [Large Print]

(Book #2 in the Knotwood Mountain, Ga. Series)

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What was that infernal noise? Simon Adams winced as he lost concentration yet again. Turning from the pair of boots he'd been working on for the last three hours, Simon grunted. That famous country singer in Nashville would just have to wait a while longer to get his handmade boots. Right now Simon had to go outside and find out what was going on across the fence in what used to be a vacant vacation cabin. A cabin nestled in the riotous spring beauty of the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Georgia near the little river town of Knotwood. There it went again. The banging and knocking, the giggling and shouting. People. Simon didn't like people. His brother's dog, Shiloh--he really didn't like the dog either--followed Simon out the double doors of his workshop, barking at the unusual noises echoing over the woods and trees. Obviously Shiloh was more excited about this intrusion than Simon. They both enjoyed the quiet of the countryside, but the dog craved company. "Quit your whining," Simon said to the big golden retriever. "We don't need company today." Stalking up to the fence line, he couldn't believe his eyes. Someone was moving into the big, sprawling cabin next to his. Okay, maybe a hundred yards from his, but still too close for comfort. Shiloh barked again, a friendly let's-go-see-who-it-is kind of bark. "No," Simon told the dog. "Why didn't you go into town with Rick anyway?" Shiloh appeared sheepish then turned to stare at what looked like an army of people in all kinds of sizes and shapes lining up in front of the house to unload a big passenger van. Small people. "Great. Kids." Just what he needed. He didn't really like kids, either. Shifting on his old work boots, Simon ignored the fresh spring air filled with the scent of honeysuckle and the sound of birds chirping in a church choir harmony. He pushed thoughts of his deceased wife Marcy out of his mind. He'd never hear his own children laughing. And he didn't want to hear these particular children--seven of them at last count--next door to his studio day in and day out for who knew how long. They only reminded him of what he would never have. "This is not good, dog," he said to Shiloh. Not good at all. He liked his seclusion. He liked being alone. Frustrated, he turned to go back inside when a woman emerged from the cabin and clapped her hands together. "Finish up and we'll start the camp-fire and cook some hotdogs. The best you'll ever eat in your life, I promise." The woman had dark curly hair falling in layers around her porcelain face and a pretty smile that could probably charm those twittering birds. She wore jeans and a bright pink shirt, a plaid scarf notched around her neck at a jaunty angle, making her stand out against the green woods. Nice. Shiloh barked his approval and before Simon could hide, the woman glanced over and looked right at him. Then she came prancing over to the fence. "Hello, neighbor," she said, waving as if he were a long-lost friend, her perky smile broadening, her eyes as blue as the sky. "I'm Shanna. Shanna White." He really didn't like perky. "Simon," he said with a grunt while she bent down to pet Shiloh through the fence. "You're Rick's brother," she replied, smiling at Shiloh. "Cari told me all about you." Then she lifted up to stare at him. "She also told me you don't like to be bothered. Sorry if we interrupted your work." That was certainly direct. Simon stumbled through his words. "It's okay. Nice to meet you." "Same here," Shanna said. "We'll be here during spring break, doing the usual things--hiking, fishing, rafting on the river, cookouts around the campfire." "And how long is...uh...spring break?" Giving him a mock frown, she said, "All next week. We're here from today to next Saturday. I'd better get back to the troops. I have one very young one over there and even though her grandmother came along to chaperone, Katie's

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