Wedding at King's Convenience
"You think I'm charming," Jefferson King said with a smug smile. "I can tell."
"Charming, is it?" Maura Donohue straightened up to her full, if less-than-imposing height. "Do you believe I'm so easily swayed by a smooth-talking man?"
"Easily?" Jefferson laughed. "We've known each other for the better part of a week now, Maura, and I can say with certainty there's nothing ‘easy' about you."
"Well now," she countered with a smile of her own. "Isn't that a lovely thing to say."
She was pleased. Jefferson read the truth on her features. No other woman he'd ever known would have been complimented by knowing that a man thought her difficult. But then, Maura Donohue was one in a million, wasn't she?
He'd known it the moment he met her.
In Ireland scouting locations for an upcoming movie from King Studios, Jefferson had stumbled across Maura's sheep farm in County Mayo and had realized instantly that it was just what he'd been searching for. Of course, convincing Maura of that fact was something else again.
"You know," he said, leaning one shoulder against the white-washed sto ... read full excerpt from: Wedding at King's Convenience ebook
