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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
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Capturing Casey’s Heart
ISBN 9781419923012
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Capturing Casey’s Heart Copyright © 2009 Maggie Casper
Edited by Mary Moran
Cover art by Syneca
Electronic book Publication May 2009
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C APTURING C ASEY S H EART
Maggie Casper
Dedication
To Kellie, my partner in crime. Thank you for being your nonjudgmental, pervy
self.
Capturing Casey’s Heart
Chapter One
She was the biggest idiot on earth. Casey McCain thought the words for the
umpteenth time as she moped around her house. It had been three weeks, three
atrociously long weeks since she had run from Jared Calabrese with her tail between
her legs like the coward she was.
Her house no longer felt like a home. It was cold and empty and absolutely
spotless. Her daughter Autumn was gone for the summer, off visiting the grandparents
with her father Mike.
For a moment Casey thought about her ex-husband Mike. He was a good man and
a great father, but he made a better friend than he did a husband, at least for her.
They’d really had no business marrying, but it was what young, stupid people did so
there was no sense in rehashing the what-ifs. At least they had managed to stay friends.
It was something most didn’t understand, but Casey had long ago given up caring what
others, with the exception of her family, thought.
Of course she cared what Jared thought as well, and from the fact he hadn’t called
or come over and tried to talk her into her senses must mean he didn’t think much. It
hurt.
“It’s your own damn fault.” Casey grumbled the words as she stalked through the
living room and into the kitchen hell-bent on baking herself into oblivion.
Not that a person would know it since her brothers very seldom ever let her work a
shift, but she was part-owner of the family’s pub Raising Cain. However, that wasn’t
what she liked to do. Casey’s true love was baking. Owning a bakery and catering
business had been a lifelong dream. Being the impatient woman she was, Casey
decided instead of waiting for Autumn to grow up before going out in search of her
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