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“John English’s son came here to talk. ”

Olivia was stunned by Darcy’s news. “Sloan came there? I’m surprised. I thought he’d been sick. ”

“He is sick,” said Darcy. “He passed out in the foyer. An ambulance had to come and take him away. He wasn’t in any condition to be checking out his father’s love life. ”

“Oh, dear. Do make sure Sloan’s as comfortable as possible. He is our guest. ”

“He’s not our guest. He just descended on us. He—”

“Now, there is absolutely no sense in you younger people having this Montague-Capulet mentality about our relationship. ”

“Mother,” Darcy said with suspicion in her voice, “if you’re comparing John English and yourself to Romeo and Juliet—”

“True love can happen quite fast. I used to think it was a myth—but it’s not. Maybe you’ll find out yourself someday. ”

“I might point out that Romeo and Juliet were kids who got into a lot of trouble by rushing into things. Utter disaster, in fact. ”

Dear Reader,

This is a story about old-fashioned romantic things: flirting, love letters and courtship.

If Cupid loves mischief (and he does), he must adore e-mail. It gives him zingy new darts that are far-ranging, super-speedy and very, very potent.

He’s determined to find out the truth about this unexpected love affair. So is she. The last thing they expect is a love affair of their own.

I hope you enjoy P. S. Love You Madly, and that it will bring you a smile or two.

Happy reading!

Bethany Campbell

Books by Bethany Campbell

HARLEQUIN SUPERROMANCE

837—THE GUARDIAN

P. S. Love You Madly

Bethany Campbell

To My Roommate at Bentley’s

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

IT WAS A SATURDAY MORNING in May, and the Texas Hill Country was in bloom. Wild roses clambered up the fences, violets blossomed along the creeks, and the bluebonnets blanketed the fields so thickly, it was as if they were turning the earth into a second sky.

The Hill Country was celebrating spring, and at its heart, the city of Austin celebrated, too. It was the time of the yearly Old Pecan Street festival.

But on his long drive here, Sloan English had paid no mind to the beauty of the countryside. Now in the festival’s midst, he cared nothing for the city’s revels. He wanted simpler things: to get back to Tulsa, find some sorely needed peace, and start putting his life back together.