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To Protect and Love Excerpt from Love in a Pawn Shop

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Love in a Pawn Shop

Written by Bonnie Edwards

To Protect and Love Excerpt from Love in a Pawn Shop

April 1 Seattle, WA Dane Caldwell ignored his better judgment at 3:45 p.m. and walked across the street into Dixon’s Pawn Shop. Like millions of others in every city in America, the shop sat in a row of storefronts with overhead apartments. Except for the signs, they were all identical. Each one had a door at the side for the apartment stairwells, and he’d bet each one also had a rear entrance to the apartment from an alley in back. Cops liked to know where the exits were, but since he was here without backup, he’d take the most direct approach and walk in like any other customer. He was so far out of his jurisdiction, he might as well be from Mars. He’d watched the place since arriving from Philly this morning. But at 3:10 p.m. waves of school kids had begun to visit the store and he had to see for himself what drew them in. He didn’t know much about children, but a pawn shop was a damn strange hangout for nine-year-olds. Three boys went inside, and he slid in behind them and kept his back to the window as they barreled up to the counter in the darker recesses of the store. He planned to hang back and observe, nothing more. Then he saw her. Dark red hair fell in slight waves across her face. Her mouth, pursed in concentration, sat over a strong chin with a slight dimple. It had to be her. His information said she worked alone every weekday. The woman must be Dix Dixon. She bent over her cash drawer with a screwdriver in her hand. As the boys raced toward the counter, papers fluttered in their hands. “Hey, Dix! We got our report cards! Wanna see?” Her chin dimple disappeared when she smiled at the boys. Warm, friendly, and bright enough to clear the gray Seattle sky, her smile packed a punch. He narrowed his gaze as she patted each head affectionately and read their report cards in turn. Each boy preened at her compliments. Dane frowned. She could charm the birds from the sky. And his grandmother out of the family jewels. For a woman like Dix, conning an old lady would be a piece of cake. The boys were busy petting some kind of animal; from where he stood, he couldn’t tell if it was a cat or dog. Dane hung back, surprised that a woman he was half convinced was a con artist would give this kind of attention to neighborhood kids. He supposed that her wide-open smile worked its magic on most people. It was certainly working on him. He fought the urge to smile along with the boys and feigned interest in a carpenter’s tool kit. He’d given in to his curiosity and come into the shop, but he wasn’t idiot enough to move closer. “I’ll be right with you,” she said to him. After one more set of oohs and ahs, she handed the boys back their report cards. He gave her a nod and studied the front of the store while listening to the conversation behind him. Older computers, household appliances, and sports equipment filled the front half of the space. Closer to the counter, he saw electric and acoustic guitars hanging from the ceiling. Amplifiers lined the walls. She clapped her hands, pulling his attention to her again. She said, “Okay, troops, line up single file and head for the exit. I’ve got work to do.” The boys groaned and she grinned at them. When they turned, he could see them better. Identical triplets. “Now,” she said. “If you see my brother, tell him to get his butt home. I want to see how he did on his science quiz.” “Ah, Dix,” one of them said, “Quit worrying. Riley’s gonna make it. All the way.” “Yeah,” the other two chimed in. “All the way, Riley, all the way, Riley!” they chanted until she whistled loud enough to be heard over the din. “Like I said, line up and get a move on.” She clapped her hands again to shoo them along. The boys trooped past him single file until they reached the door. Then they jammed up, arms and legs and elbows wedging their way through. He was hard-pressed not to laugh, but he managed. He wasn’t here to be amused. He was here to get an overall impression of the woman. As soon as the boys squeezed their way out the door, he was alone with her. Center stage.
To Protect and Love Excerpt from Love in a Pawn Shop For Dix life is about unexpected obstacles like family obligations. Why'd Dane walk in when all Dix wants is out? Dane must prove love is more than another complication.
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About the Author: Bonnie Edwards

To Protect and Love Excerpt from Love in a Pawn Shop
Multi-published author Bonnie Edwards lives with her husband and pets on the rainy coast of British Columbia. She believes life should be lived with joy. That joy shows up in her earthy, irreverent love stories. Bonnie uses long hikes to bounce ideas off her husband and her standard poodle, who almost always agrees with her.
She has written novels, novellas and short stories for Carina Press, Harlequin, Kensington Books and Robinson (UK) although now she publishes her work herself. 
Sometimes her stories have a paranormal twist, likes curses and ghosts, other times not. But they’re always entertaining and guarantee a happy ending. 
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