Sparks fly when past and present collide in Susan Mallery’s New York Times bestselling Fool’s Gold series.

They’re about to discover the magic of second chances…so long as they can work up the courage to seize them!

Patience McGraw has never forgotten the boy who captured her heart…or his sudden disappearance. Can she trust the man who’s come home in his place? Felicia Swift can’t believe it when she hears a sexy voice from her past in tiny Fool’s Gold—it takes her right back to the hottest night of her life and the dangerous man she shared it with. And just when unlucky-in-love Isabel Beebe walks out on romance, who walks in but her teenage crush! Can she give the spark between them the chance it deserves?

Collected here for the first time, the fourth volume of Fool’s Gold romances—plus the bonus novella Halfway There—makes the wonder of Fool’s Gold come alive.

Susan Mallery’s Fool’s Gold Collection, Volume Four

Halfway There (bonus novella)

Just One Kiss

Two of a Kind

Three Little Words

About the Author

New York Times bestselling author SUSAN MALLERY has entertained millions of readers with her witty and emotional stories about women and the relationships that move them. Publishers Weekly calls Susan’s prose “luscious and provocative,” and Booklist says “Novels don’t get much better than Mallery’s expert blend of emotional nuance, humor and superb storytelling.”

While Susan appreciates the critical praise, she is most honored by the enthusiastic readers who write to tell her that her books made them laugh, made them cry, and made the world a happier place to live.

Susan lives in Seattle with her husband and her tiny but intrepid toy poodle. She’s there for the coffee, not the weather.

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Fool’s Gold Collection Volume 4

Halfway There

Just One Kiss

Two of a Kind

Three Little Words

Susan Mallery

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Table of Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Title Page

Halfway There

Back Cover Text

Dear Reader

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

Just One Kiss

Back Cover Text

Praise

Dedication

PROLOGUE

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

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

Two of a Kind

Back Cover Text

Praise

Dedication

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

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

Three Little Words

Back Cover Text

Praise

Dedication

Prologue

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

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

Extract

Copyright

Halfway There

A Fool’s Gold Series Novella

Susan Mallery

Readers have fallen in love with the town and people of Fool’s Gold in Susan Mallery’s New York Times bestselling series. Meet her latest couple in this special Fool’s Gold novella!

Fayrene Hopkins may be only twenty-four years old, but she runs her own business and has big plans—plans that don’t involve falling in love yet. She’s determined to make her mark on the world before settling down.

She thinks she’s got life all figured out—until she meets Ryan Patterson on her latest job. Fayrene senses his interest in her, and she has to admit he gets her pulse racing. Luckily, starting a relationship with Ryan is safe—he’s leaving Fool’s Gold when his work contract is up.

Ryan has goals of his own and a job waiting for him in Texas. He doesn’t expect to get waylaid by a sassy blonde and cozy town. But what started out as temporary is starting to look like the real thing. If only he can convince Fayrene that some plans are made to be broken.

Return to Fool’s Gold in Just One Kiss, Two of a Kind and Three Little Words. Plus, look for the entire Fool’s Gold series—and dozens of other memorable titles by Susan Mallery—available now from Mills & Boon HQN.

Dear Reader,

I’ve been a romance reader nearly all my life. I discovered the joys of these fabulous books when I was about thirteen and “borrowed” a Mills & Boon from my best friend’s mother. I couldn’t help myself. She left a stack of them in the family room, and they started calling my name. Who could ignore that?

After college, I turned my love of reading romances into a love of writing romances. My most popular series to date is set in the town of Fool’s Gold, California. Fool’s Gold is a tourist favorite, nestled in the beautiful foothills of the Sierra Nevada. There are festivals and friendly neighbors and California’s longest-serving mayor.

For the past several years, I’ve set a new trilogy in Fool’s Gold each summer. There are also bonus e-reads, like this one, and sometimes a Christmas story.

This year bodyguards are coming to Fool’s Gold. And who doesn’t love a yummy bodyguard! The books that follow this novella are Just One Kiss, Two of a Kind and Three Little Words. Oh, there’s also a Christmas book this year, called Christmas on 4th Street.

I hope you’ll enjoy your visit to Fool’s Gold. If it’s your first time, welcome. If you’ve read the series before, I’ll let you know that Ford Hendrix finally comes home and gets his own book later this year!

Happy Reading,

Susan Mallery

CHAPTER ONE

“THE BABIES ARE coming! The babies are coming! Someone call nine-one-one!”

Ryan Patterson glanced up from his computer as a petite blonde raced past his open office. She was wide-eyed, with her hands waving in the air. She looked to be on the verge of complete panic, in case the screaming hadn’t been enough of a clue.

He had to admit, even running around like a deranged chicken, she was kind of cute. He liked how she wore her skirt just short enough to be interesting. Her hazel eyes were big, her mouth full. Early to mid-twenties. Yup, except for the shrieking, she was what his father would call a damned fine example of a woman.

Ryan stood and stepped out of his small glassed-in office. The woman made a complete circuit of the larger central space, then raced back toward him.

“Did you call?” she demanded, wringing her hands together. “I feel sick to my stomach. It’s too soon. At least I think it is. I thought we had another week.” She sucked in air. “Did you call?” she asked again.

“I will, ma’am, as soon as I confirm there’s a pregnant woman in the building.”

It was still early. Just after eight in the morning. Ryan had arrived at six and had been focused on his work. He hadn’t even heard anyone walking into the building. Other than the blonde, of course.

A quick look around the office confirmed that they seemed to be alone. Ethan Hendrix, Ryan’s new boss, didn’t believe in paying his engineers to sit around. Most of them were already on job sites or up at the manufacturing facility just outside of Fool’s Gold. Because Ryan was working on a new design, he was in the main office. He’d been on the job all of a week. Ethan had mentioned something about hiring a temp to handle the phone, but hadn’t given Ryan a name or ETA.

The woman stared at him blankly. “There’s no pregnant person,” she said, as if convinced he was an idiot. “It’s Misty. I’m cat sitting, and she’s pregnant. I told Ethan I couldn’t leave her alone, so he said to bring her in to work with me. I didn’t think it would be a problem because Charity, her owner, said she wasn’t due for a week and they’d all be back by then. They’re in Florida for a charity bike race that Josh is—”

The woman drew in a breath. “None of this matters. Misty is giving birth. We have to get help.”

Ryan shook his head. “Most cats give birth just fine on their own. They know what to do. If there’s a problem, we can contact a local vet.”

“Won’t it be too late then?” She turned and sprinted for the desk by the front door. “I have to do something.” She disappeared behind one of the partitions.

Ryan followed her and found her crouched by a box containing a short-haired tabby and what looked to be one squirming newborn kitten.

“It’s happening!” the woman shrieked. “Misty, stop, please! I’ll call a vet. I can find a vet.”

Misty shot him a look that begged for privacy, along with peace and quiet.

“Okay, then,” he said, grabbing the woman by the elbow and tugging her to her feet. “You need to step back and breathe.”

“How is that going to help? Misty needs me.”

“Misty’s doing fine on her own. Come on.”

He thought about easing her toward the break room, but it seemed like the last thing the blonde needed was caffeine. She was plenty wired on her own.

Instead he took her to his small office and settled her in the visitor’s chair. He took his seat and settled his hands on the computer keyboard.

“Do you know a vet around town?” he asked.

She stared at him. “What? Yes. Of course. Cameron McKenzie. He’s the local vet.”

Ryan typed the name into the search engine and got the link to the veterinary practice. “Here’s the phone number. They opened at seven, and they’ll be there until five.” He studied the address. While he hadn’t been in town long, he thought the office couldn’t be very far away.

The woman twisted her fingers together. “We should go now.”

“So this is about you, not Misty, right? Because she’s doing fine.”

Those big hazel eyes narrowed considerably. “Excuse me? Are you saying I’m being selfish while Misty is doing all the work?”

“Pretty much.”

He leaned back in the chair and prepared himself for a heated discussion. He’d always believed you learned a lot about a person by how she handled a disagreement. When tensions ran high, true character was revealed.

The woman sucked in a breath. He braced himself for shrieking and was surprised when she sagged back in the chair and nodded slowly.

“I’ve never been around a cat giving birth before,” she said with a sigh. “I still think she belongs in a feline maternity ward, but your point is a good one. She seems to be doing fine on her own. I guess I can check on her every five minutes and if she seems to be handling it, leave her to become a mom in her own time.”

“That seems like a plan,” he said, impressed by her ability to be rational and only a little disappointed there wasn’t going to be a show. “I’m Ryan, by the way.”

Those beautiful eyes widened again, and color flooded her face. “Oh, no. We haven’t met, have we? You’re the new guy, and now you’re worried you’re trapped with a crazy person.”

He grinned. “I’m pretty sure I can handle myself.”

* * *

HE LOOKED LIKE he could, Fayrene Hopkins thought as she stared into amused brown eyes. Ryan was close to six feet, with broad shoulders and dark hair. He wore a plaid shirt tucked into jeans and cute rimless glasses.

“You’re saying if I came at you with a letter opener, you’d be comfortable wrestling me to the ground?” she asked.

“Are you going to?”

“I’m not into violence. It doesn’t move me forward on my four-year plan. I’m Fayrene. Fayrene Hopkins.”

She rose and offered her hand. They shook. His skin was warm, and for a second, as she gazed into his eyes, she felt a slight zap of electricity.

She settled back in the chair and told herself no zip, zap or tingle was going to get in the way of what she wanted. In the office alcove of her small apartment she had large sheets of poster paper tacked up on the walls. Each was covered with a graph or a chart or a list. She was a big believer in taking responsibility of her own happiness, and for her that meant getting her business up and running. Zaps tended to derail young women pursuing financial and business success.

“You have a four-year plan?” he asked, his tone slightly amused. “Not a five-year one?”

She raised her chin. “It was a five-year plan, but I’m wrapping year one now.”

“How many pregnant cats does it include?”

She laughed. “Hopefully Misty is my last one. I’m a pet sitter. My company provides temporary employees and pet-sitting services.”

“That’s eclectic.”

“I have a degree in business,” she told him. “I spent eighteen months working for a bank and hated every minute of it. So I quit and spent a month figuring out what I wanted from my life.”

“Which is?”

“I want to own my own business.”

“You’ve already done that.”

“Sure, my name’s on the door, but I’m struggling. I want to be financially successful. I’m twenty-four. By the time I’m twenty-eight, I want four employees, all working full-time.”

“That’s a lot to take on.”

“I know, but like I said, I have a plan. When I did my analysis, I saw there was a real need for good pet-sitting services in town. Not just someone to come in and feed the fish, but a person willing to be there 24/7 if necessary.”

“That explains the pregnant Misty.”

“Exactly.” She smiled. “Charity didn’t want to leave her alone. So I’m taking her with me. Although she wasn’t supposed to be giving birth so soon.”

“And the temp side of things?”

“I fill in. Right now I’m spending a couple of weeks here at Ethan’s office while his regular receptionist is on vacation. There are a lot of small businesses in Fool’s Gold. They need extra help but don’t always want to hire someone full-time. I fill a gap.”

Starting her business had taken every penny of her savings and a loan from her older sister. Dellina had handled the family finances ever since she’d turned eighteen and had taken over the responsibility of raising her two younger twin sisters. Each sibling had a small trust fund left by their parents’ life insurance. Fayrene’s loan was against that.

Ryan stood and held out his hand. “Come on,” he said. “We’ll go check on our girl.”

Fayrene wasn’t sure about touching Ryan again. She’d already felt that one zap. But maybe it had been static electricity and not anything chemical.

She took the outstretched hand and held her breath. The second their palms touched, she felt it. A distinct shivery sensation working its way up her spine. Uh-oh. This wasn’t good. Her four-year plan didn’t include time for romance.

Ryan, however, appeared unmoved. He gave her a quick smile, then led the way back to Misty’s box under the receptionist desk.

Three tiny kittens nestled against their mother. Misty carefully licked them, dampening their fur. Their tiny eyes were closed, their miniature paws kneading slightly. Fayrene pulled free of Ryan and dropped to a crouch.

“They’re beautiful,” she murmured. “Do you think she’s done giving birth?”

“Cats can take a break for up to twenty-four hours,” he told her. “She’s not in discomfort, so just let her be.”

Misty might not be upset, but Fayrene felt the whole world kind of shift to the left. She wondered if she was about to faint for the first time in her life.

“T-twenty-four hours?”

“It’s not that unusual. The fact that the first three came so quickly might mean she’s done, but there’s no way to know for sure.”

She stood slowly, one hand on the desk for support. “I can’t go through this for twenty-four hours,” she murmured. “It’s too stressful.”

“Misty’s doing great,” Ryan told her.

Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one who would be watching over her for the next twenty-four hours. Work now, she told herself. Panic later. So the night would be long. She would make it through.

“Thank you for your help,” she said, glancing at him. “You’ve been great, and now you probably want to get back to whatever it was you were doing.”

He flashed her a grin that made her knees nearly give way. “I’ll be in all day if you and Misty need any help.”

“We might have to take you up on that.”

She appreciated that he didn’t point out the cat was doing great and didn’t seem to need much of anything. She, on the other hand, could use a hug. Her gaze slid to Ryan’s retreating back. She would bet he was a great hugger. She liked that in a guy. When he held on tight, as if he would never let go. Although not in a scary, stalker kind of way.

Not that she was interested in Ryan. She had goals and a plan. Part of that plan was to avoid romance for the next four years. There would be plenty of time for fun later.

CHAPTER TWO

RYAN SAVED HIS work on his program, then stood and stretched. It was after five. This was his second week working for Ethan. As the job was only for a couple of months and he didn’t know anyone in town, Ryan had been working until at least eight. But tonight was different. All day he’d been conscious of Fayrene sitting at the front desk in the office. She’d answered phones, typed on her keyboard and checked on Misty about every fifteen minutes. From what he could tell, she was efficient and a bit of a worrier. Now that she wasn’t running around screaming about the cat, he’d noticed she had the sexiest walk he’d seen in a while. Or ever.

He grabbed his leather jacket. While the early spring days were warm in Fool’s Gold, the nights could be cool. He was staying at Ronan’s Lodge—a nice hotel in town. It meant he could walk back and forth to work. It also meant dealing with the weather.

Now he moved toward Fayrene’s desk. She’d gathered her belongings and looked ready to bend down to collect the box containing Misty and her three kittens.

“I’ll get her,” he said, stepping around the desk and lifting the box. “Taking her home for the night?”

Fayrene nodded. She was pale with worry. He could see the strain in her eyes. “I spoke to Misty’s owner, Charity. The bike race was today, so they’re coming back tomorrow to be with her. I just have to get through until then.”She bit her lower lip. “You really think she might have more kittens?”

“It’s possible.”

“That’s a long time to be in labor.”

“I don’t think she’s in pain.”

Misty lay with her kittens snuggled close. Her eyes were half-closed, and she was purring.

“I guess not,” Fayrene said.

Ryan surrendered to the inevitable and put the box on the desk. “I could stay with you and sit up with her, if that would help.”

Fayrene stared at him. “I don’t think so. I barely know you. You can’t come over to my place.”

If he hadn’t been holding the cat and her babies, he would have raised both hands in a gesture of surrender. “I wasn’t suggesting anything. Just offering. We could stay here, if you’d feel safer.”

“You’d spend the night in this office to help me watch over the cat?”

“Sure.”

“That’s very nice of you, but I don’t think so.”

He couldn’t read her tone, so he wasn’t sure if she was paying him a compliment or mocking him. “It’s how I was raised.”

She studied him for a second. “Wallet in your back pocket?” she asked.

“Sure, but what—”

His question was cut off when he felt her fingers tugging the wallet free. She flipped it open and then picked up the phone and dialed.

“Police Chief Barns, please. It’s Fayrene Hopkins.”

“You’re calling the police?” he asked, thinking his grumpy uncle had been right. No good deed went unpunished.

“Hi, Alice,” Fayrene said with a smile. “I need you to run a background check on someone.” She explained about Misty and the kittens and his offer. “His name is Ryan Patterson. He’s from Washington State.” She gave Alice his date of birth and license number, then glanced back at him. “Nice picture.”

“Thanks.”

She covered the mouthpiece. “I dated Alice’s oldest when I was in high school. We went to prom. She’s always liked me.”

He couldn’t decide if Fayrene’s actions impressed him or made him want to recant his offer. He supposed a little of both. He respected her need to protect herself, even as he was uncomfortable being investigated by the police. Not that he had anything to hide, but still.

Fayrene pointed to the bowl of jelly beans on her desk.

“Want one?”

“No, thanks.”

She picked out a couple. “Green apple. I haven’t been eating much fruit lately.”

He stared at her. “That’s a jelly bean, not fruit.”

“Uh, no. It’s a Jelly Belly.”

“There’s a difference?”

“Duh.” She uncovered the mouthpiece and listened for a minute. “Uh-huh. Okay, thanks. I’ll tell him. No, I haven’t heard from Jim. Alice, you have to let it go.” She paused, then smiled again. “That’s sweet. I’ll let you know if anything changes. Bye.”

She hung up. “Alice says I’m her favorite of her Jim’s girlfriends, and she would like us to get back together.”

“That going to happen?”

“No. We had fun, but we outgrew each other a long time ago.” She tucked a loose strand of blond hair behind her ears and grabbed more Jelly Bellys. “You have no arrests, but you have two speeding tickets on your record. Police Chief Barns wants me to remind you that local law enforcement takes the speed limit very seriously here in Fool’s Gold.”

“Good to know.”

She studied him for a second. “If you’re serious about staying with me tonight, that is not going to happen. However, I would appreciate you stopping by for a few hours, just in case more kittens arrive. But I want to be clear I’m inviting you over as a friend. I’m not sleeping with you.”

Ryan laughed. “Thanks for clarifying. I wasn’t planning on more than cat sitting, by the way.”

She flushed. “I realize you hadn’t asked, but I’ve learned it’s best to get everything out in the open so there aren’t any misunderstandings.”

“A wise philosophy.”

“Now you’re making fun of me.”

“Maybe a little.”

She was an interesting combination of hysterical and capable, he thought. She might not be comfortable around Misty in labor, but she was willing to call the local police chief and check on him.

He shrugged into his jacket. “How far’s your place? I left my car at the hotel.”

“I drove because of Misty.” She picked up her purse. “I wasn’t planning on company for dinner. Is pizza okay?”

“Pizza is my favorite.”

* * *

FAYRENE DROPPED HER skirt to the floor and slid into her jeans. She’d left Ryan in the living room with Misty and the kittens. He didn’t seem the type to snoop, but it had been so long since she’d brought a guy home, she felt strange leaving him alone. Who knew you could forget how to date?

Not that this was a date—he was a friend, helping her out. But he was also a man and nice-looking and there was the whole zap thing.

She pulled on her sweatshirt and shoved her feet into flats. Her curly hair was a mess, but then it usually was. She’d learned to ignore it. Less than two minutes after she’d left him to get changed, she was back in the living room. Where Ryan wasn’t.

She stared at the empty space. His backpack was still on the floor by the door, and his coat was on the small rack. She paused and listened, then heard a distinct meow from the alcove that was her kitchen.

She followed the noise and found Ryan opening a can of cat food. Misty was out of the box and tracing a figure eight around his ankles.

He looked up and smiled. “I thought she might be hungry,” he said. “She’s had a tough day.”

He scooped food into a bowl and set it on the floor. Misty hurried over and started eating. He poured out some dry food, then filled her water bowl.

“You’re good,” Fayrene told him. “You’ve taken care of pets before.”

“I grew up on a farm.”

Fayrene stared at him. “Seriously?”

He covered the rest of the canned cat food and put it in her refrigerator, then closed the door and leaned against the counter.

“Why is that surprising? You live in a small town.”

“But not on a farm.”

She led the way into the living room. The coffee table had a small drawer where she kept her favorite takeout menus. When they were both seated on the sofa, she handed him the stack.

“I owe you, so you get to pick. It doesn’t have to be pizza. Other places deliver.”

He chuckled. “You sure know how to spoil a guy.”

He flipped through the various offerings before choosing pizza. Fayrene phoned in the order, adding a six-pack of beer to the pizza. Because all she had in her refrigerator was a jar of mustard and Misty’s breakfast.

“So where is the family farm?” she asked, angling toward him.

“A place you’ve never heard of. Colville, Washington. It’s north of Spokane. My dad runs a few hundred heads of cattle and twenty acres of hay. We raised chickens, goats, rabbits. The usual.”

She laughed. “The usual? Not for me. No wonder you were comfortable with Misty’s delicate condition. Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

He shrugged. “I’ve had my share of birthing babies.”

“How did you get from there to here?”

His dark gaze settled on her face. “Why aren’t I still that farm boy?”

She nodded.

“It’s a hard way to making a living. There are a few manufacturing jobs in town, but I didn’t want that, either. I’d always been interested in how things worked. I would take things apart and try to put them back together.” His mouth curved up. “When I was younger, I wasn’t very good at the putting them back together part. My parents were really patient with me.”

“So you always wanted to be an engineer?”

“Pretty much. When I was fifteen, my dad bought a wind turbine to generate electricity.” The smile widened. “That’s a windmill for you city folks.”

She laughed. “Thanks for explaining. So that’s what you studied?”

“My degree is more general. Alternative energy sources, but I’ve specialized in wind turbines. I’ve been working on some designs of my own, and I’ve modified existing designs. Efficiency is significant. Getting an extra kilowatt may not seem like much, but over time, it adds up.”

He spoke with enthusiasm and got technical pretty quickly. In a matter of a minute, she had no idea what he was talking about. But she liked the sound of his voice and how he was excited about what he did. A lot of guys her age were just coasting. They wanted to be the next Steve Jobs without doing the work.

Not Ryan, she thought, respecting his desire to get ahead.

She also liked how his dark hair fell across his forehead and the way his glasses made him seem more approachable.

She found herself wanting to move closer. To lean into him and—

She slammed on mental brakes. That was so not happening, she reminded herself. She was the girl with a plan. She had dreams to fulfill. Getting involved would only distract her. Dreams first, romance second.

Oh, but he was tempting.

“...which was where I met Ethan,” he was saying.

She’d been listening enough to know he’d been talking about a conference. “He convinced you to come here?”

Ryan hesitated. “Not exactly. My contract with him is for six weeks. He wanted some design modifications, which is what I’m doing now. I have a job offer in Texas.”

That was news. “Are you going to take it?”

“I don’t know. It’s a good offer. There’s a lot of cutting-edge work being done there. North Texas gets a lot of wind.”

While she wasn’t happy with the idea of him leaving, it did simplify the problem. If Ryan wasn’t staying, then he couldn’t interfere with her plan. And sitting just a little closer on the sofa was perfectly safe...

And maybe a little bit dangerous.

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