Tracy Wolff - Deserving of Luke

Logans eyes turned electric

Paige felt shimmery shocks of electricity that skated along her nerve endings until she ached. All she wanted was to feelone more timewhat it was like to be held by Logan, kissed by Logan, loved by Logan.

The heat in his own eyes convinced her that Logan was feeling the same way. Paige. His voice was so low and rough. Tell me to go.

Her heartbeat was a crazy, mixed-up symphony inside her. She knew she should send him away, but her mouth wouldnt form the words.

He stepped forward until his body was only inches from hers. She could feel the heat coming off him.

Paige gasped as his lips brushed against her own. Her hands slid up his chest, vaguely cataloging the hard muscles there before she slipped them into the shaggy hair at the base of his neck and tried to tug him closer. If this moment was the only one she would have with him, she would grab it with both hands and say to hell with the consequencesat least for the duration of this one, perfect kiss.

Dear Reader,

I think the best romance is a combination of reality and fairy tale. A damsel or prince in distress, a damsel or prince to do the rescuing and a big, ugly dragon that needs slaying. In Deserving of Luke, I have all that and more, although the ugly dragon is not a tangible thing. Instead it is the very painful past the characters share, a past that they must slay together if they have any hope of finding their happily-ever-after.

Paige is a tough cookie who has been on her ownwith her childsince she was seventeen years old. Shes not only survived, but flourished, without much help. But she cant live that way forever, and watching as she learns to rely on Logan has been a wonderful journeythough it is one fraught with anger, perceived betrayal and hurt. It does have friendship, laughter and, eventually, love, though.

Logan, on the other hand, has pretty much had things easy. Seeing him learn to fight for what he wantsand for those who need himwas amazing. He has a long journey to finally be Deserving of Luke, his only son.

Speaking of Luke, I had so much fun creating his character. Some of my readers have noticed that when I create children they are almost all boys, and that is because, in this case, I really do write what I know. With three adorable and exasperating boys of my own to draw from, its always easy for me to come up with a quip or an antic or a sweet little story that springs directly from my own life.

I really enjoyed writing Deserving of Luke, and hope you enjoy reading it, as well. Thank you so much for letting meand my storiesinto your hearts and lives. I love to hear from my readers via my website, www.tracywolff.com, or on my blog, www.tracywolff.blogspot.com. I wish each of you a wonderful, joy-filled spring!

Love,

Tracy Wolff

Deserving of Luke

Tracy Wolff

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Tracy Wolff collects books, English degrees and lipsticks and has been known to forget whereand sometimes whoshe is when immersed in a great novel. At six she wrote her first short storysomething with a rainbow and a princeand at seven she forayed into the wonderful world of girls lit, reading her first Judy Blume novel. By ten shed read everything in the young adult and classics sections of her local bookstore, so in desperation her mom started her on romance novels. And from the first page of the first book, Tracy knew shed found her lifelong love. Deserving of Luke, her sixth novel for Harlequin Superromance, takes place on the gorgeous Oregon coast she loves to visit.

Books by Tracy Wolff

HARLEQUIN SUPERROMANCE

1529A CHRISTMAS WEDDING

1568FROM FRIEND TO FATHER

1607THE CHRISTMAS PRESENT

1649BEGINNING WITH THEIR BABY

1676UNGUARDED

For my boys

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

P ANIC SET IN ABOUT FIVE minutes after Paige Matthews realized her son was gone.

At first, she told herself it was no big deal. He was probably two rows over in the toy aisle, checking to see if the selection was up to snuff.

When he wasnt there, poring over the surprisingly extensive collection of miniature cars, she figured hed simply wandered over to the ice cream case Luke was a sucker for strawberry ice cream.

And when he wasnt there either, when the small kernel of concern that had formed the moment she realized he was not at the end of the aisle as shed thought he was, started to grow, she still told herself she was overreacting. This mom-and-pop grocery store in the small Oregon town shed grown up in was a far cry from the huge supermarkets of Los Angeles, where Luke had been born and raised. Even at eight, he knew how to take care of himself, knew not to talk to strangers and to stay in one place if, for some reason, he did get separated from herthough it had never happened before.

So what could possibly happen to him here?

The reassuring thoughts didnt keep her from walking faster any more than they kept her from remembering her childhood here in Prospect and all the trouble she had managed to get into. While the fact that they werent in the big city made her feel a little better, the feeling didnt last longespecially when she got to the candy aisle and realized Luke hadnt wandered over there, either. Worse, the stores display of gummy animals and body parts was completely undisturbed, a sure sign that he had not stopped here at all. And that was so unlike him that concern turned to terror.

Luke! she called, racing past the deserted candy section to the front of the store. Luke, where are you?

There was no answer and in those moments every terrible thing that could happen to an unaccompanied eight-year-old boy flashed through her mind, small town be damned. Sure, this was Prospect, but Eugene really wasnt that far away. Salem. Portland. All reasonably sized cities with rising crime rates.

Luke! She was running now, from one end of the store to the other, looking down each row that sprouted from the perimeter of the store.

Other shoppers stared at her, whispered, but she didnt acknowledge them. Theyd whispered about her for the first seventeen years of her liferight up until shed left town, broke and alone, save for the unborn baby she carried. The fact that they started talking about her so readily, even after all this time, came as no surprise. She might have been back for only a day and a half, but she knew how this town worked.

Some things never changed.

This time at least there was something real to talk about. Sure, she was running around like a crazy woman, but if they knew she was looking for her son, maybe someone else would start to look. Maybe someone else would spot him. Finding Luke, making sure he was safe, was the only thing that mattered.

Butsurprise, surpriseno one came forward to help.

Where could he be? she wondered again as she frantically combed the aisles for her sons yellow and purple hoodie. Shed bought him the outrageously expensive jacket for his eighth birthday and he rarely went anywhere without it.

Why, oh, why, had she let Mary Beth Peters distract her? She didnt even like the womannever had, even when they were in school together. Mary Beth had been the most popular girl in school and Paige had beenpopular in her own right. But certainly not because she was head cheerleader.

Still, when Mary Beth had stopped her, Paige hadnt wanted to be rude. Hadnt wanted to cause any more gossip than was absolutely necessaryher sister Penny had to live and work here long after Paige and Luke went home, after all. And she figured alienating the locals was not the best way to reconcile with her sister.

And look what her concern had gotten her. One of these days she was going to remember that trying to keep on the right side of these peoples opinions cost too much.

Luke! Paige screamed his name as adrenaline coursed through her ice-cold body. She was approaching the last section of the grocery store and if he wasnt there If he wasnt there, she didnt know how she was going to hold it together long enough to call the sheriffs department.