Yours, Mine...Or Ours?
Rudy Vaccaro took one look at her and fell in love.
Hopelessly, impossibly, insanely in love.
Even though she wasn't perfect. Hell, she wasn't even all that good-looking, not in the shape she was in. And high maintenance? Hoo-boy. Yeah, he'd gotten himself in deep with this one.
But then, maybe that's what he loved about her, Rudy thought, standing there grinning like a loon, that she needed him. Needed him bad
"Ohmigod, DadI cannot believe you ruined my life for this!" said his twelve-year-old daughter, Stacey.
That was followed by his younger brother Kevin's, "Exactly how closely did you look at the place before you bought it?"
Refusing to let either his daughter's horror or his brother's skepticism deflate him, Rudy lifted his grin to the (peeling) ceiling in the inn's front room/lobby/whatever and let out a whoop of sheer, unadulterated joy.
For twelve years he'd anticipated this moment, squirreling away as much of his cop's salary as he could, even before he fully understood what he was squirreling it away for. Twelve years of nudging a vague dissatisfaction into a dream, then a goal, and nowthanks to a confluence of events h ... read full excerpt from Yours, Mine...or Ours? ebook