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  His Librarian Sweetheart

  Still nursing old heartache, deputy sheriff Charlie Pruitt vowed he’d never get close to another woman again. But that’s easier said than done when librarian Evy Shaw arrives in his small coastal Virginia town with a secret—one Charlie’s determined to uncover. When Charlie joins Evy’s all-female book club, he gets more than he anticipated when the romantic reads stoke a real attraction to Evy. Falling for the pretty librarian wasn’t part of the plan, but when the truth behind Evy’s suspicious behavior comes to light, will love be enough to bind them together?

  “I’ll pick you up Saturday. It’s a date.”

  “Okay.” She tucked a loosened strand of blond hair behind her ear.

  He followed the motion of her hand, his heart beating rapidly. Should he trust his first impressions of Evy Shaw? Sweet, smart, very pretty. Was his initial instinct about her correct?

  “You don’t have to wait for me, Charlie.”

  “Of course I do. I’ll walk you to your car.”

  She slung the purse strap over her shoulder. “Another Southern-gentleman thing?”

  He followed Evy to the front door. “So let me be one, okay? And for the record, I want to walk you to your car.”

  Evy worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she set the alarm. He stuffed his hands into his pockets. Before he did something stupid.

  Suppose he was wrong about Evy? Could she be hiding behind a mask, the image she wanted him to see? And if so, why?

  Who was the real Evy Shaw? Was seeing believing in her case?

  Maybe… Maybe not. Only time would tell.

  Lisa Carter and her family make their home in North Carolina. In addition to her Love Inspired novels, she writes romantic suspense for Abingdon Press. When she isn’t writing, Lisa enjoys traveling to romantic locales, teaching writing workshops and researching her next exotic adventure. She has strong opinions on barbecue and ACC basketball. She loves to hear from readers. Connect with Lisa at lisacarterauthor.com.

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  THE DEPUTY’S

  PERFECT MATCH

  Lisa Carter

  Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then has the health of the daughter of my people not been restored?

  —Jeremiah 8:22

  Dedicated to Billy & Kathy Davis—thanks for your friendship over the years.

  This book is also dedicated to those separated from people they love by circumstances outside their control. May you truly find the balm of Gilead and may the years the locusts have eaten be restored a hundredfold in your lifeas if those hard years had never been.

  Acknowledgments

  Thanks to Janet Morley and the

  library specialists—Brandy Hamilton,

  Daphne McLawhorn, Trish Preston—

  at the East Regional Library for taking me

  through “a day in the life of a librarian.”

  Thanks to Sonny, who strolled into the library

  that morning and allowed me to “practice” issuing

  him a pretend library card. It was so much fun

  pretending to walk in Evy’s shoes—ahem,

  high heels. Any errors are, of course, my own.

  I’ve taken a few literary liberties with the

  sheriff’s department for the sake of the story line.

  I hold all of you at the highest regard

  for the challenging yet essential work you

  perform every day on our behalf.

  A big thank-you to the dedicated men and women

  of the Accomack County Sheriff’s Department,

  and to deputies everywhere for their

  commitment to serve and protect.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Epilogue

  Dear Reader

  Excerpt from Second Chance Romance by Jill Weatherholt

  Chapter One

  In the corner booth of the Sandpiper Café, Accomack County Deputy Sheriff Charlie Pruitt stared at the three Duer sisters.

  “Let me get this straight—you want me to arrest the new Kiptohanock librarian?”

  Watercolor artist Amelia Scott fidgeted on the cracked green vinyl upholstery. “Not arrest. Investigate.”

  Her sister, Caroline Clark, nodded. “Technically speaking, Miss Shaw hasn’t broken any laws.”

  Charlie raised one eyebrow. “Then technically speaking, this sounds like a waste of taxpayer dollars and the department’s manpower.”

  Amelia moistened her lips. “We’re asking you, as an old family friend, for a favor.”

  His attention cut to the youngest sister, sandwiched between Amelia and Caroline. She’d been uncharacteristically silent during the morning meeting. Everyone in Kiptohanock had always believed he and his childhood sweetheart, Honey Duer, would marry one day.

  Everyone, including him. Until a certain Coast Guardsman by the name of Sawyer Kole arrived on the Eastern Shore four years ago. Charlie had been cast aside like yesterday’s fish guts.

  Until Sawyer Kole abruptly left the Shore. Then Charlie played the fool by taking up with Honey Duer again. When Kole returned as suddenly as he’d left, once more Charlie had been jettisoned from Honey’s life like so much flotsam.

  He grimaced. Charlie was all too aware that in the love department, the town of Kiptohanock considered him a laughingstock.

  Charlie grabbed his regulation hat off the seat beside him. “If we’re done here—”

  “Something’s not right about that woman.” Honey placed her hands on the sticky linoleum tabletop. “She’s hiding something.”

  The fluorescent lighting caught the sparkle in the diamond ring on Honey’s finger. He squared his shoulders. Honey was lost to him forever. She was now Sawyer Kole’s wife and pregnant with their first child.

  Past time for Charlie to move on with his life. But so far, he had only his career. And law enforcement didn’t come close to soothing the raw, empty places Honey’s absence left in his life.

  Strapped in the stroller beside the booth, Amelia’s nine-month-old son, Patrick, let out a wail.

  Amelia fumbled through a diaper bag and handed Patrick a cracker. “We’re living on borrowed time, girls. Nap time awaits.” The baby made smacking noises as he gummed the cracker.

  “Why do you think the librarian is hiding something?” Charlie fixed each of the sisters with his most intimidating look. “Has she done or said something to make you feel threatened?”

  Caroline’s gaze flitted toward the plate-glass window overlooking the town square
. “She hasn’t exactly said anything...”

  He crossed his arms over his brown uniform. “What has she done to raise your suspicions?”

  Amelia fiddled with packets of sweetener. “She’s always hanging around our family. Trying to insinuate herself. She insisted on helping Daddy grill hot dogs for the Fourth of July cookout. And she wanted to be my nursery helper during Vacation Bible School in June, but not help Miss Pauline’s second-grade class.”

  He rolled his tongue in his cheek. “Right. ’Cause such civic and church behaviors are so often warning signs for deeper, deviant issues.”

  Caroline glared. “You need to get serious about this, Charlie.”

  “You three need to get serious. Ever think maybe you have overactive imaginations?” He blew a breath between his lips. “Or a paranoia complex?”

  Amelia shook her head. “I thought the same as you, Charlie. That Honey was imagining things, until I started noticing the librarian’s behavior. She has a way of almost disappearing into the background. Then suddenly you realize she’s been there listening the whole time.”

  Charlie fought for patience. “Why am I not surprised this originated with Honey?”

  Honey’s eyebrows arched. “Are you implying I’m a drama queen?”

  “If the pearls fit...” He shrugged.

  Caroline bit back a smile. “Be that as it may, Honey’s right. Once she expressed her concern, I noticed how Miss Shaw is always studying the Duers. Not staring at the Colonnas or the Turners. Just us.”

  He frowned. “Like a stalker?”

  “She watches us.” Honey folded her hands over her rounded abdomen. “Especially Sawyer.”

  “This is about...?” Charlie hardened his heart. “I’m outta here.” He began easing out of the booth.

  “Miss Shaw watches all of us,” Honey said. “Sawyer most of all. But not in a romantic way. It’s just strange. And it scares me.” Her brown eyes misted. “Please, Charlie. We were friends once...”

  He stilled. Friends...when he’d hoped for so much more. But old loyalty to Honey warred with his better judgment.

  “I cannot utilize official resources without legal justification.”

  Caroline leaned forward. “But unofficially, could you make inquiries? At least talk to her?”

  “You want me to spy on her?” His voice rose. “Seriously?”

  Caroline’s mouth thinned. “Just get to know her. Find out what she’s after.”

  Amelia lifted her chin. “Honey’s seven months pregnant, Charlie. She doesn’t need this kind of stress in her life.”

  Honey’s lips trembled. “Please, Charlie...”

  Charlie raked his hand over his head. “An unofficial investigation only. I’ll nose around. See what I learn.”

  Amelia and Caroline exchanged relieved looks.

  Honey smiled. “Thank you, Charlie.”

  “And if I find nothing suspicious...” He motioned in the general direction of the Kiptohanock library. “You’ll let go of this, and leave the poor woman alone.”

  “Why sure, Charlie boy.” Amelia winked at Caroline. “We’ll welcome her with open arms to our little fishing hamlet. Give her the same warm red-carpet treatment we give every ’come here.”

  “You do that.” He edged out of the booth. “’Cause I’d sure hate to have to lock three Kiptohanock mothers in the county jail.”

  Charlie made a show of placing his hat upon his head. “Not that I’m afraid to arrest the three of you Duers. I’m thinking more about the safety of the other inmates.”

  Before the ladies could protest, he threw down enough bills to cover the price of coffee and Long John doughnuts. The lingering aromas of ham, fried potatoes and pancakes followed him across the crowded diner.

  He yanked open the glass door in a whoosh of air. With a jingle of bells, he exited the café to do his duty. Which promised to be about as much fun as being Tasered.

  Charlie shot a swift look at his watch. He’d have to hurry. No telling when the next call would come from Dispatch.

  The cawing of seagulls vied with the sounds of water lapping against the town docks. The scent of brine filled his nostrils as he made his way past the gazebo on the square.

  On the wide-planked steps of the brick Victorian that housed the library, he pivoted for one final look at his patrol cruiser in the parking lot of the Sandpiper. Out of habit, he surveyed the town.

  The narrow Delmarva Peninsula—composed of portions of Delaware, Maryland and Virginia—separated the Chesapeake Bay and mainland from the Atlantic Ocean. The fishing village of Kiptohanock, Virginia lay seaside.

  A white clapboard church hugged the Kiptohanock shoreline. Its steeple pierced the blue sky. Recreational and commercial fishing boats bobbed in the harbor.

  Charlie’s gaze skimmed past the post office. The outfitter and boat repair shops. In the gentle sea breeze, flags fluttered outside the Coast Guard station. Emanating from the village green like spokes on a wheel, gingerbread-trimmed homes meandered down leaf-canopied lanes.

  Home. It was his job to do everything in his power to protect Kiptohanock and the people who resided here. Including assess the threat level of a librarian?

  Charlie removed his hat and grunted. Talk about fool’s errands. Swinging the stout oak door open wide, he ventured inside the cool interior. He waited in the high-ceilinged foyer and allowed his eyes to adjust from the bright glare of the midmorning sunshine to the more subdued lighting of the library.

  No one manned the librarian’s desk at the base of the curving mahogany staircase. The cushy grouping of chairs also remained empty. From brief forays on behalf of long-ago high school projects, Charlie remembered that upstairs lay the fiction and science rooms.

  He wasn’t fond of books. Nor was the library one of his favorite places. These days, once off duty and motionless, he went to sleep.

  But he doubted much had changed in the library after old Mrs. Beal retired a few months ago. Nothing in Kiptohanock ever changed much. Which was exactly why he liked it here.

  To the right, the oak-paneled room contained the reference section and a bank of desks topped by computer screens. But to the left, the soft murmur of voices drew him forward. Where he discovered chest-high bookshelves surrounding an open area with a large green rug.

  A cluster of kids hunched over a book with a fierce dog on the cover. One of the children turned the page. There were giggles. The blonde child in the center of the group glanced up as his shadow fell across them.

  The blonde child passed the book to Caroline Clark’s new stepdaughter, “I didn’t hear you come in.” The blonde rose in a fluid motion.

  He blinked. She wasn’t a child. Just a very small, blonde adult. This five-foot nothing waif was the person shadowing the Duer family?

  At six-foot-three, Charlie towered over the petite blonde. “You’re the new librarian?”

  She tilted her head to meet his gaze. Her wheat-colored ponytail danced across her shoulders. “Yes, I am.”

  In a glance, she took him in—from his creased khaki uniform trousers to the tie adorning his short-sleeved summer uniform shirt to his dark hair. And finally coming to rest upon the tan hat he carried in his hands.

  Behind her black horn-rimmed glasses, her large blue eyes appeared owlish. Uncertainty flickered. “Can I help you, Officer? Is there a problem?”

  He stared at her. The cork-soled wedges. The white denim capris. The fluttery candy-pink top.

  This wisp of a creature was the Kiptohanock Stalker? He could probably encircle the librarian’s waist with both his hands and have room to spare.

  “Is there a book I can help you find?”

  Her voice was soft, as befitted a librarian, he supposed. And sort of sweet.

  Charlie realized his mouth was agape. He closed it. �
�I don’t read.”

  Guileless as a child, her sky-blue eyes widened. “Oh... I’m so sorry, but we offer a program for that. I’d be glad to help if you’re willing to put in the time.”

  Unlike the Tidewater brogue Kiptohanockians spoke, she had one of those accents from anywhere and nowhere. Thanks to television, like most of America.

  Then what she’d said registered with Charlie. And what he’d actually said to her first.

  “I didn’t mean I don’t know how to read.” He shuffled his regulation shoes on the rug. “I meant that books are not for me.”

  Pink tinted her pale features. “Of course you read. You’re a sheriff.”

  In his line of work, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a woman blush. He hadn’t been sure women still did. But the rosy spots of color brought the librarian’s face to life.

  She wasn’t wearing makeup. To her credit, maybe she wasn’t a vain woman. She could have done much more with her appearance than she did, matter of fact.

  Thank you, Honey Duer Kole, for yet another wild-goose chase. This was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. And Honey was certifiable. The little blonde cleared her throat.

  He shook himself. Not like him to blank out. Law enforcement officers were apt to end their careers—and their lives—if not always on the alert. Time to beat an apologetic retreat and get back to real work.

  “I’m not the sheriff. I’m just a deputy.” Hat in hand, he turned on his heel and headed toward the door. “Thanks anyway, ma’am. Perhaps another time.”

  No mystery nor Mata Hari here.

  The front door opened, but something made Charlie glance over his shoulder. In time to see the librarian’s face change. As Caroline Duer Clark crossed the threshold.

  * * *

  When aquatic veterinarian, Caroline Clark, sauntered into the library, Evy Shaw made herself as unobtrusive as possible behind the desk. Which was not a problem for Evy. She was used to fading into the woodwork.

  Or in her case, fading into the bookshelves. She often wore her invisibility like a Romulan cloaking device.