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Overview
Retired army captain Zach Zelinsky is determined to put his harrowing past behind him and start a quiet life selling his artwork. But the storefront building he buys comes with a tenant—a too-pretty tea shop owner who doesn’t give him a moment’s rest.
Ginger Carleton is rallying the merchants of Maple Springs, Michigan, for a Valentine’s Day window-decorating contest. And she’s on a mission to convince Zach to lose the gruff exterior and open up to her. As February 14 approaches, the wounded warrior may just find that Ginger is offering exactly what he’s been missing: love.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781488007057 |
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| Publisher: | Harlequin |
| Publication date: | 05/26/2022 |
| Series: | Maple Springs , #2 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 220 |
| Sales rank: | 211,295 |
| File size: | 492 KB |
About the Author
Jenna Mindel lives in Northwest Michigan. In the midst of a career in banking, Jenna joined Romance Writers of American and ten years later her first romance, a regency, was published in 2001. In 2006, Jenna's sixth regency became a RITA finalist. The contemporary world of romance beckoned, and Jenna has answered the call to write books of her heart set near the Great Lakes.
Read an Excerpt
There was nothing quite like a small-town parade welcoming home one of their own from active duty to inspire pride. Ginger Carleton breathed in the cold January air, feeling very proud that Maple Springs had embraced her idea. The short parade had gone off without a hitch, and even the mayor had been pleased.
Getting folks downtown in winter was always a challenge, but then Zach Zelinsky's return made for the perfect opportunity. One she wasn't about to let go.
There he was!
Ginger's heart beat a little faster. Captain Zach was her new landlord, and he walked toward her with purpose. They hadn't met in person despite the fact that the man had not only bought her building where she lived and operated a small tea shop, but he'd raised her rent, too. He'd informed her of that along with his plan to open a glassblowing studio next door in one professional, but very impersonal, letter.
She thought glass an odd choice for over six feet of hardened brawn standing like a statue before her in his military uniform. Atop his broad shoulders were two silver bars, and his chest was a patchwork of official-looking pins and patches.
Captain Zachary Zelinsky made for an impressive sight.
And scary.
Surely, he'd intimated an enemy or two with that deep scowl. A look that might make a lesser man run, but Ginger dug in her heels and held her position. He'd searched her out and she wasn't going anywhere. She might even tell him what she thought of his letter.
She heard the snaps of American flags that had been posted along Main Street as they whipped in the bitter wind. No snow fell today in northern Michigan. No sunshine, either. Gray clouds rippled in a gray sky above. The Maple Springs high school band had long since stopped playing patriotic marches, and her surroundings faded into the expanse of dark winter coats dotted by colorful hats and scarves and kids.
She focused on the army captain in front of her. Not hard to do. Zach Zelinsky loomed larger than life.
Ginger pulled off her fuzzy mitten and extended her hand. She exhaled a long plume of cold breath, but it didn't eliminate the feeling of free-falling. "Nice to finally meet you, Captain Zach."
He took her hand with his warm, calloused fingers and squeezed. Firm and sure. His icy blue eyes were cold as Lake Michigan. Zach Zelinsky's letter of introduction spelling out her new lease terms had been equally frosty.
She swallowed hard. Okay, maybe she wouldn't mention his letter. Maybe never.
"Ms. Carleton." The tone of his voice rang deep. The quiet kind of sound that masked deadly strength. "I understand I have you to thank for this nonsense."
"And a bang-up job, don't you think?" With knees nearly knocking, Ginger gave him her best curmudgeon-taming smile. Playing nice was always better. God had taught her that through the scriptures.
Then the truth kicked in and made her squirm.
Okay, maybe she hadn't really played nice. She knew Captain Zach wouldn't be pleased by a parade, but he didn't have to growl about it. Helen Zelinsky had warned that her oldest son didn't want a fuss, but that was too bad. Maple Springs wanted to honor one of its own, and a parade brought folks downtown during a slow time of year. And she was one of the many shop owners who needed the foot traffic.
A glimmer of amusement barely lifted one side of his mouth. "If you say so."
What would he look like if he truly smiled?
That image made her pulse skitter, and Ginger pulled her hand back. He was her landlord now, and their handshake should have long since ended. "Did you really think you could sneak home unnoticed?"
"I suppose not." He stood straighter, if that was possible. His eyes remained cool, but not as cold as before.
She noticed the deep lines etched in the corners of those eyes. No doubt from squinting rather than laughter. Captain Zelinsky was killer handsome but looked like a man who needed a good laugh. And he wasn't exactly a young man, either.
Annie, her best friend and soon to be Captain Zach's sister-in-law, had said he was in his late thirties. The traces of gray in his short brown hair made him look older, though. Deep scowl aside, he still looked amazing. Amazing enough to make her breath catch.
And she needed to stop staring. "I received your letter. When will you open your shop?"
"As soon as the furnaces are inspected."
Ginger nodded. State requirements had to be met. And Sally, the previous owner, had told her that Zach had purchased her old ceramic kiln. For what, Ginger wasn't sure. Did glass get baked like ceramics? She wished she knew, but every time Ginger had stopped next door to introduce herself, Captain Zach hadn't been around. And maybe that had been a good thing. She got the feeling that she should let her irritation go when it came to his letter. Not much she could do about it anyway, now that the building was his.
At least the sounds of pounding and soldering and the whir of metal saws and drills might finally stop. Glass-blowing wasn't a noisy business, but setting up for it sure was. She looked forward to the return of quiet.
The mayor suddenly swooped between them. "Come, Captain, there's someone you should meet."
"Yes, sir." Zach didn't move. Instead, he looked right through her. "I'll see you soon."
"Yep." Ginger flushed. She had to admit she looked forward to that despite the dollop of agitation that went with finding Captain Zach attractive.
Military men were not her thing. Growing up with a father who'd barked orders like a drill sergeant made her steer clear of authoritative types. Especially grumpy ones. But then, she steered clear of most men, preferring to keep her heart safe.
She watched the tall army captain walk away with his back ramrod straight and his footsteps slow but steady. He looked like a man who didn't dole out his approval easily. The man didn't hurry, either. And he sure didn't look in the mood to meet people. He better get over that real quick. People in Maple Springs loved to check out new businesses, and his glass studio was bound to be a target for the curious shoppers.
Speaking of shoppers, she had tea to sell. And she'd better sell a lot of it today, because her bank account was looking pretty wan. The price of tea was up, and her customers were down. And with that increase in rent…
She clenched her jaw. Not a good start to her year.
Making her way through the crowd that lingered, Ginger headed for her shop that sat on the corner of Main and Bay Streets. She spotted Lewis Brown coming toward her up ahead and quickly crossed the street. Annie called him the "book-man" because he worked at the library. But Ginger called him a nuisance. He'd asked her out twice, and both times she'd turned him down. One of these days she'd have to tell him straight up that she wasn't interested, but not today.
Confrontation wasn't something she relished on a good day. And today wasn't exactly a good day. Not yet, anyway. Not until she had some sales.
Hurrying to get back to her shop, she glanced at the other stores along Main filling up with shoppers. Christmas decorations still teased from inside storefront windows even though it was the middle of January. Greenery-stuffed window boxes and velvet-bowed wreaths hung from doors.
It still looked like Christmas in Maple Springs and would remain so until the weather warmed. Few decorations were taken down earlier than the end of March with the exception of the Center Park Christmas tree. That had been cleared away last week.
The cold air made her hasten her steps. Slipping on a patch of ice, she bobbled but caught herself and stayed upright. A strong hand gripped her shoulder, steadying her. Fearing it might be Lewis, she looked up and breathed easy when it wasn't.
"Thanks."
Matthew Zelinsky chuckled and let go. "I don't know how you walk in those things."
Ginger laughed, too, glancing at her high-heeled-boot indulgence. "It takes skill." Then she looked around.
"Where's Annie?"
"Home with the baby. She didn't want to take John out in this cold."
Ginger smiled. "She's hogging that little guy all to herself."
"She loves being a mom," Matthew said.
"Tell me something I don't know." At thirty-two, Ginger's biological clock had a few ticks left, but then she wasn't exactly looking for a husband. She hadn't met any she considered worth the trouble. Or the risk.
Matthew was one of the good ones. He had stepped in to help after Annie's husband had died, and they'd ended up falling in love. As first mate on a Great Lakes freighter, Matthew was home until late March when the shipping season started up again. "By the way, my mom's having a get-together in two weeks, and we'd like you to come."
"A prenuptial celebration? Sure, I'm in." Ginger was thrilled that Matthew had given Annie an engagement ring at New Year's. They planned a small, informal wedding the week before Valentine's Day.
"More of a welcome home for Zach."
"Oh." She'd agreed too soon.
"I'll tell Annie that you're going. She'll be glad to have you there. I think my family overwhelms her at times. See ya." Matthew waved as he trotted off.
Ginger waved back. She knew how Annie felt. Captain Zelinsky had certainly overwhelmed her. And he hadn't been happy about a welcome-home parade. Not one bit. How would he take a welcome-home party with his huge family?
Zach woke with a start. His fists were full of sheet and bedspread and his T-shirt stuck to his back. He looked at the clock blaring red numbers that read 5:15 a.m., and swung his legs over the side of the bed. With his elbows resting on flannel-covered knees, he forced the shaking to stop by breathing deep.
A soft knock followed by the creak of the door confirmed that he woke someone else up with his thrashing. "Zach?"
"I'm okay, Mom. Go back to bed." He hoped she'd leave but knew otherwise. She was his mom. She'd try to make things all better like always, but he didn't have a skinned knee. This couldn't be healed with a kiss and a cartoon-covered bandage.
She entered the dark room and sat next to him. "How often?"
"What?"
"Do you dream like this?" She spoke softly, not calling them by name.
He didn't blame her. He didn't call them by name either, but he'd definitely had the same nightmare over and over since coming home. Today's parade, his uniform and the flags must have triggered what he'd tried to bury. But the horror of seeing his men torn to pieces in an ambush wouldn't stay buried. He'd been helpless then, and he was helpless now. He'd led them there.
Zach let out the breath he'd been holding. "I don't know. Often enough, I guess."
"Oh, honey." His mom put her hands on his shoulders and kneaded the tight muscles there. She also mumbled under her breath.
Leaning closer, he realized his mom prayed. For him.
He closed his eyes, too. Jesus, please…
He'd taken his Lord's name in vain way too many times in his life. He'd also said the name in repentance and as a prayer. Now, he begged. For what, he still couldn't put to words. Peace eluded even though he was out of the service. Even though he'd talked to a counselor at the VA. Even though the mayor had introduced him to the director of the local VA office here. Would it help to keep talking? Zach didn't think so.
Buying a building where he could make things with glass might bring him the peace he sought. It's what he'd planned for after he retired. He just hadn't figured he'd have to retire this soon.
God knew he wanted to forget. But some things a person never forgot, including the notification letter that he'd been part of the army's reduction in force initiative. He'd received a letter during his last deployment that his service was no longer needed.
He stood and kissed the top of his mother's head. "Thanks, Mom. Now go back to bed."
She searched his eyes. "You're not going to sleep, are you?"
"No." He didn't want to repeat that dream. "Don't tell Dad."
His mom's eyes narrowed. "He'd be the right person to talk to. He could introduce you to a friend at the VA office here. They have a program—"
"No." Zach cut her off. He'd had enough talking on base. Seeing the hurt look in his mom's eyes, he softened. "I already met the guy, but not now. Not yet."
She didn't approve, he could plainly see that, but she nodded anyway. Zach's mother never went back on her word. She'd protected him as a kid. His father hadn't known about the middle school brawls Zach had been in until many years later.
"I'm going to the shop to get some work done." He needed to get settled into his own place where he wouldn't wake his parents with his dreams. He needed to do something to keep his mind engaged in other realities. He needed to leave.
His mom gave him a worried look. "Be careful, honey. It's dark out there."
"I will." He chuckled.
He knew all about darkness. He'd faced far worse than the winding ten-mile drive into Maple Springs. By the time he'd thrown on clothes, made a thermos filled with coffee and climbed into his Jeep, Zach looked forward to going into town.
He wanted quiet but not isolation. He'd never been a fan of big crowds, so city life was out. But living atop his own glass studio in a small town that shriveled up to nothing during the winter months was exactly what he'd had in mind when the time came. And that time was now.
His parents had offered him land to build on, but now more than ever he needed busywork. Distraction from his thoughts. A vision of that perky redhead named Ginger flashed through his mind. She looked too young for him. And cheerful in a cheeky sort of way that intrigued as much as irritated him. She probably hadn't experienced an unpleasant day in her short life.
It didn't take long before he pulled into the narrow back alley that ran the length of one block of Main. Streetlights above gave him plenty of light to see the back entrances of several buildings that were on each side. Each one had its own stout driveway, and he pulled next to a cherry red Volkswagen Beetle with a ladybug decal on its trunk. Right below that was a Love Michigan bumper sticker in the shape of a heart. Hometown pride. Or rather, home state.
The car had to be Ginger's. She rented not only her shop but the larger apartment of the two above, on the second floor.
The woman he'd purchased the building from had tried to make the long-term lease with Ms. Carleton and her tea shop a condition of the purchase. Zach had negotiated those terms down to a year at a time with the promise that he wouldn't simply kick Ginger to the curb without proper notice.