Have Gown, Need Groom

“I heard you took care of my salesman at the hospital today,” Wiley said.

Hannah’s fingers tightened around her cup, the vivid images from her dream bombarding her. “Yes. Apparently he caught someone trying to steal a car.”

Wiley nodded. “Yep. Tippins is a good man. A little rough with his sales technique, but he’s learning.”

Great. One day maybe he’d star in one of her dad’s commercials.

Surely he’d be out of her dreams by then.

“I’m glad you saw him at the hospital,” Wiley continued, oblivious to her turmoil. “Odd though, he didn’t want any press about his heroics. Heard he even refused to give an interview for the paper.”

So, maybe he didn’t like a lot of attention the way her father did. That still didn’t mean she and the man had anything in common.

“As a matter of fact, I wanted to talk to you about checking on him when he’s released.”

Hannah nearly spilled her tea in her lap. “What?”

Wiley grinned as if one of his wild brainstorms had just hit him. “Poor guy doesn’t have any family. I stopped by to see him on my way over here, but he fell asleep while I was there. And I have to go out of town tomorrow. We’re taping that early-bird ad for Thanksgiving in Atlanta. Maybe you could give Jake a ride home from the hospital.”

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