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Ever since she was young, Paige McLean has longed to see the
world. Still, she never imagined the world would land on her doorstep in the
form of a charming British surgeon who needs a place to stay when his plans fall
through.

After a devastating loss, Alistair Woodbury has vowed to live
his life alone. But in all his travels, he hasn’t encountered a town as
welcoming as Fool’s Gold, nor a woman as caring—or as beautiful—as Paige. Her
compassion warms him almost as much as their stolen kisses.

When it’s Alistair’s time to leave, will his brief visit turn
into a lifetime stay?

A Fool’s Gold series novella.

Almost Summer

A Fool’s Gold Series Novella

Susan Mallery

Chapter One

“Stop! Don’t come any closer.”

Paige McLean stared at the man standing between her and the
front door to her friend’s house. As a rule she didn’t mind a well-placed bit of
instruction, but she was running late and had places to be when she left
here.

“Or what?” she asked, tucking her yoga mat under one arm and
doing her best to look stern and intimidating. Not that she was good at either.
“This is a public sidewalk. You can’t stop me from going anywhere.”

Technically, they were standing on a private walkway but unless
the guy was a lawyer or a surveyor, he might not think of that.

The man covered his mouth and coughed. He held up his other
hand and waved her away. “I mean it. I’m contagious.”

He had a nice voice, she thought. Sexy, with a British accent.
The thrill of the sound faded and she was able to focus on what he’d actually
said.

“Yikes.” She took a step back. “What’s wrong with you?” She
paused, not wanting the question to sound too hostile. “Medically, I mean. I’m
not commenting on any personal issues.”

“Personal what?”

“Issues. You know. Like you’re unable to commit or you drive
too fast. Whatever. It’s fine. We all have flaws. I assume the best of people,
which isn’t really a flaw, I suppose. So far I haven’t been let down. I have a
miserable time figuring out what to tip. I’ve heard it’s good to double the tax,
but don’t different states have different tax rates? Is that really
dependable?”

She paused to look into his dark blue eyes. They were slightly
dilated and unfocused. “Are you okay?”

“Not really.”

The front door opened and Simon Bradley, her friend Montana’s
husband, stepped out.

“Paige, you need to step back.”

“So I’ve been told. What’s going on?”

Simon sighed. “Alistair Woodbury is a colleague of mine. He’s
here for a visit. Unfortunately, he has the measles. Apparently his vaccination
didn’t take.”

“Uh-oh.” Paige might not have kids herself, but she knew
measles and pregnant women didn’t mix. Montana was about seven months along. “He
can’t stay with you.”

“We know that, thanks,” Alistair said, coughing again. He was
pale and looked like he might be clammy.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, thinking a hotel wasn’t
really an option. Exposing tourists to an active case of measles certainly
wasn’t visitor friendly.

“I’m looking for somewhere right now,” Simon admitted.

“He can stay with me,” Paige said before she could stop
herself. “I’ve had the measles. Wow, that was a painful rash. I remember it.
Aunt Sophia took pictures. I still have them.”

“How helpful,” Alistair said.

Paige pointed her finger at him. “Not nice. You’re in a strange
town, you’re sick and I’m all that stands between you and the infectious disease
ward of the local hospital. I’d be a little friendlier if I were you.”

Alistair surprised her by flashing a gorgeous, if weak, smile.
“Point taken. My apologies.”

“All of them or just some?”

“As I’m about ten minutes from passing out, you can have all of
them.” He swayed as he spoke.

Paige shook her head. “Okay, this has gone on long enough.
Simon, I’m going to assume you’ll confirm that your friend here isn’t a serial
killer, so I’ll be safe with him. Please tell Montana she’s on her own with the
yoga. I’ll take Alistair home, then call for instructions. I assume you know
what I’m supposed to do with him?”

“Of course. Fluids, keep down the fever.”

Alistair looked at her. “I shouldn’t intrude.”

“No, you shouldn’t, but you’re going to. It’ll be fun. I’m a
charming companion. Not that it matters because it looks like you’re going to
faint. Try to stay conscious until we get home, please. I can’t carry you and
you wouldn’t like being dragged.”

Alistair turned to Simon. “You actually know her, do you
not?”

“Funny,” Paige said. “Now stay right here. I have to put my mat
in my trunk. I don’t want it to get cooties.”

She hurried back to her small compact and dumped the mat in the
trunk. On the way, she grabbed what she assumed was Alistair’s suitcase and slid
it into the rear seat. Then she was back at his side. She put an arm around his
waist.

“Okay, big guy. Let’s get your British self back to my place.
You’re going to walk now.”

“As you wish.”

He put his arm around her shoulders and leaned on her a little
as they started to walk. Simon hovered, but was careful to stay out of germs’
way.

“I’ll call,” Simon promised.

“No. I’ll call,” Paige told him. “Let me get your friend
settled. It’ll be about half an hour.”

“I’ll be here.”

She was sure of that. Simon was a doctor, but, more than that,
he was a first-time father-to-be. He adored his wife and nearly drove her crazy
with his constant worrying. Paige had a feeling the entire front of their house,
not to mention the walkway, was going to be sanitized before the day was
over.

Alistair did a good job of cooperating. He slid easily into the
seat, leaving her with the thought that it was going to be a lot more difficult
to get him out.

As she leaned over to fasten the seat belt around him, she was
aware of the heat radiating from his body. Not sexy heat, either. This was a
whole lot of fever. Oh, joy. She really hoped that measles recovery didn’t
include a throwing-up session because this guy had been hit hard.

She drove through the quiet streets of Fool’s Gold and arrived
back at her small house in less than ten minutes.

“Stay here,” she told Alistair, although, based on his closed
eyes and slightly bobbing head, she guessed that she was speaking to a man
flirting with unconsciousness.

She raced into the house and up the stairs.

Twenty-one years ago, five-year-old Paige had suffered the
horrible loss of both her parents. Her only family had been her great-aunt,
Sophia, a nun for the past forty years. When Sophia had heard about the tragedy,
she’d immediately left her order and had traveled to Fool’s Gold to be Paige’s
guardian. She’d moved into this house and raised Paige as her own.

Six months ago, Paige had lost her beloved aunt. Now she
hurried down the short hallway into Sophia’s room. Once across the threshold,
she paused for a second, remembering the wonderful woman who had given up
everything she’d ever known to raise her great-niece.

“Hey, Sophia,” Paige whispered. “There’s this British guy who’s
going to be staying here for a while. What do you think of that?”

She had a feeling Sophia would have approved. Taking care of
people had been one of her callings.

Now Paige worked quickly, putting fresh linens on the bed and
opening the window to let in fresh air. The May weather was warm and the light
breeze carried the scent of flowers and cut grass.

Paige returned to the main floor and dashed out the front door.
Alistair sat where she’d left him. She opened the passenger door and called his
name. He didn’t move.

“Alistair,” she said more loudly. “Don’t go unconscious on me
now. We have a set of stairs to climb.”

His eyes opened, revealing dark blue irises. “I don’t see how
that is possible.”

“Anything is possible with faith, my friend. I was raised by a
nun. I should know.”

“A nun? Really?”

“Yes, really. Now gather yourself. We’re getting out of the
car.”

His eyes sank closed. “Just leave me here.”

“No way. My neighbors will call the police for sure.”

“I thought Americans were friendly.”

“We are, which is why we don’t leave strange men in cars.” She
leaned over him and unfastened the seat belt, then pulled his legs toward her
until his feet were dangling over the driveway.

“Come on,” she told him. “You can do it.”

“I can’t.”

“Someone needs an attitude adjustment.” She straightened and
wondered if she was strong enough to lift him. As quickly as the thought formed,
she dismissed it. Alistair was a good eight inches taller than she was and he
looked well-muscled.

“So you’re British, right?”

He slowly opened his eyes. “We’ve established that, yes.”

“Know anyone in the royal family? I think I’d make a fabulous
princess. Harry’s still single, isn’t he?”

“Prince Harry? Yes, I believe so.”

“Do you know him?”

“I’ve met him a few times, of course.”

Paige stared at him. “Excuse me?”

“I’ve met him. At my father’s house.”

“What was Harry doing there?”

“Playing polo.”

“You play polo?”

“Not well.”

“I’ve been meaning to take my game to a higher level, so I know
what you mean.”

He looked at her then. “You play?”

“Of course. Weekly. Just me and the ponies. Come on, lean
forward.”

He did as she asked. She grabbed his hands and pulled him
forward. His feet dropped to the driveway and gravity did its thing. The forward
momentum propelled him to his feet.

“I think you’re joking,” he said as he staggered a couple of
steps.

“I am. Put your arm around me. We’re going into the house and
then upstairs.”

“As you wish.”

“You keep saying that. If only that were true. Take a step.
Then another one. Walking is good.”

She maneuvered him into her house and then paused at the bottom
of the staircase.

“We’re going up,” she told him.

He barely nodded.

She put his hand on the railing, then stepped behind him and
pushed. “Let’s get this over with.”

He started to move up the stairs.

“That’s it. Tell me about your father. How does he know
Harry?”

“He knows the whole royal family.”

“Because?”

“He’s an earl.”

Paige nearly stopped pushing. Alistair started to lean back.
They were already halfway up—there was no retreating now.

“Seriously?” she asked, shoving as hard as she could. “A real
earl?”

“Are there unreal earls?”

“I don’t know. So that makes you what?”

“A viscount.”

“Should I call you something? Mr. Viscount?”

“My Lord is traditional, but unnecessary.”

“Good because I’m not the type to curtsey.”

They’d reached the top of the stairs. Alistair turned to her.
“One only curtseys to the queen.”

“Does one?”

“Yes.”

“Good to know.” She guided him into Sophia’s old room and
pointed to the bed. “How does that look?”

Alistair sighed. “Heavenly.” He reached for the buttons on his
shirt. “You’ll want me to take my clothes off.”

“If I had a nickel,” she started, then stopped when he didn’t.
In a matter of seconds, the shirt was floating to the ground and he was reaching
for his belt.

“Yikes,” she said, backing out of the room. “Leave on your
underwear, or we’ll both be embarrassed. Let me know when you’re done.”

“It’s all right,” he told her. “I’m a doctor.”

She shut the door and stood in the hall. “Maybe, but I’m not.”
She waited a couple of seconds. “Alistair?”

There was silence, then a thunk. She flung open the door and
found Alistair Woodbury, the viscount of something, lying in briefs and nothing
else on her Aunt Sophia’s bed.

And to think she’d assumed that today was going to be a very
ordinary day.

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