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Silence again, and then, “Have you seen Hunter yet?”
Instantly, a part of me regretted telling Cameron about Noah,
but I had been so angry and nervous when I realized that I
might see him again that I knew I needed to get the whole
thing off my chest. Even Lauren was quiet when I told them
the messed up story of my one-night stand and my new job
and how the two had mixed, because apparently fate had a
wicked sense of humor.
I closed my eyes, and all the emotions I’d tried to bury
since I first saw him bubbled up, my defenses falling away
inside the safety of a conversation with my friend. “Oh, I’ve
seen him. The wedding is being held in a gazebo behind his
family’s bar.”
“Whoa, wait, did you just say the wedding is at a bar?”
“No, behind it, on the lake. Apparently, there’s a dock
and a gazebo back there. That’s where the groom proposed.”
“Aw, that’s kind of romantic.”
I edged back to the window and peered beyond Hunter’s
Place to the gazebo in question. It really was pretty. “It is.”
“Well, what did he say when you saw him?”
I recounted everything to her, complete with my epic
fall and him walking me to the bed and breakfast, only to
say the night of all nights for me had meant nothing to him.
“Did he say it first? Or did he just agree with you that it
meant nothing?”
I replayed the conversation in my mind. “I think I said
it first.”
She huffed. “You’re so stupid! He just said it to save
face. He totally wants you. Why else would he walk you to
the bed and breakfast?”
“Um, first, thanks. And second, I don’t think so. He
would have said something. He walked me because he felt
bad for leaving like he did, nothing more.”
“Did he act like he wanted to say something? Was there
a connection?”
I thought of this morning, his eyes trained in this
direction, mine unable to look away. “I wish there wasn’t.”
“So you felt something?”
“Ugh, yes, but don’t you think that’ll go away? I mean,
surely there’s some medication I can take to make me not
feel this way, right? Like a hate drug or something?”
Silence.
“Are you there?”
“Yes.”
“You went quiet.”
“Yes.”
“What’s with all the yesing?”
“I’ve just never heard you talk about a guy like this. Are
you sure you want to ignore it?”
Noah stepped outside again and sat on the front steps,
his head turned to the right, before pivoting back toward
the bed and breakfast. Then he slowly stood and took a step
forward, and I knew he could see me now, too.
“What choice do I have? He said he didn’t want me.”
“That’s not what he said, and I’m pretty sure that
agreement was really just code for ‘I love you and want to
take you back to my house so I can do naughty things to
you.’”
I smiled despite myself and turned away from the
window and Noah’s magnetic pull. “New romance novel?”
“That obvious, huh?”
***
My life just went South…
Twenty-four hours. That’s how long it took my life to flip upside down.
Wake up in bed alone after the best night of my life? Check.
Get fired instead of the promised promotion? Check.
Wealthy parents cut me off when I refuse to follow their path for my life? Check.
Now I’m in Cricket Creek, SC—a place where no New Yorker belongs—disowned and broke, with a new job that I can’t mess up. Oh yeah, and staring at my one-night stand, who happens to be the complete opposite of my type.
Southern.
Cocky.
Bartender.
Noah Hunter never should have made it back to my apartment in NYC, and I definitely shouldn’t be in his small town. But fate had another plan. Or a horrible sense of humor.
Who knew Mr. Wrong could feel so right…
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Melissa West writes heartfelt Southern romance and YA sci-fi romance, all with lots of kissing. Because who doesn’t like kissing?. She lives outside of Atlanta, GA with her husband and two daughters and spends most of her time writing, reading, or fueling her coffee addiction.
She holds a B.A. in Communication Studies and a M.S. in Graphic Communication, both from Clemson University.
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