she had entered it.
how little relationships meant to me.
landed a top-notch graduate of NYU. After a fighting war, we won out.”
man, but to no avail. Big Vic from the mailroom is blocking any view I might
have of the man standing next to Tim.
each direction to catch a glimpse. I’ve never been patient when I’m the one in
week and have spinach stuck in each one of his teeth, and I’d still melt at the
sight of those dimples.”
my stomach flips as I think about Dylan. He thought he was skating the issue
the next morning when he said he had to go. Asking me to climb down the trellis
of his parents’ house was new for me, but I understood. If my mom had been on
the other side of the bedroom door, I’d have pushed him out the window. At
least he met me down the street and drove me back to the bar to retrieve my
car. He was sweet and kind to think my feelings would be hurt once I realized I
was a booty call. Hell, he was my booty call.
naming their kids.
he’s standing there with those mouth-watering dimples on high alert. Through a
sliver of space between Big Vic from the mailroom and Ben from design, he’s
clearly visible. And I can’t take my eyes off him.
buttoned down past his taut waist. No tie but a nice, crisp gray shirt lies
under his jacket with the top button undone. His hair is freshly cut, and the
small waves are now gelled into a style that doesn’t suit him as well as the
messy morning look.
catch, and my throat dries. For the first time in my life, I’m speechless. My
body warms, and I don’t know if it’s because of the intimate things I shared
with him that night or the fact that, besides Piper, he’s the first one in so
long who seems to care for me.
better name than that, Tim.” He clasps Tim on the shoulder and winks.
sneaking across my lips.
I grew up forty minutes outside of the city. I did my internship at AdSec in
New York, but I wanted to come back home to my roots. So, here I am.”
mimicking his new boss. Dylan has a dry sense of humor, much like my own. He
adds on a little wave of his hand in front of him, and suddenly, I wish we were
back in the eighteen hundreds, and he was asking for my hand at a dance.
that line of thinking, I scold myself.
attention. He’s the glory boy, huh?
corner, not needing anything to further warm my veins.
brushes by Big Vic to make his exit. “See you at lunch,” he singsongs, leaving
me behind. Thinking twice, he turns, his feet continuing to move with the line
of traffic. He raises his cup in the air. “Thanks for the coffee, Bea Zanders.
Tomorrow’s on me.”
with a line of women currently attempting to dig up his credentials. Married,
engaged, or single?
store, and I hold his gaze. I’m surprised he doesn’t seem as shocked as I am,
but instead more curious. Then, a slow smirk crosses his lips, and he turns to
the woman touching his bicep. He shakes her hand, and before the next desperate
woman can slide into her spot, he breaks free. Zigzagging between the throng of
people, he lightly acknowledges the pats on his back, congratulations, and
good-to-meet-you’s, but his eyes are focused solely on mine.
happiness. Once he finally breaks free, his fingers slide down my arm,
capturing my hand, and he veers us away from the stampede.
The equations are simple.
Piper Ashby + Brad Ashby = Twin Siblings
Brad Ashby + Tanner McCain = Best Friends
Piper Ashby + Tanner McCain = Off limits
Tanner and I abided by the rules. We stayed on our designated sides of the relationship circle.
Ignoring swarming butterflies.
Brushing off skipped heartbeats.
Settling on lingering stares.
Here’s the secret … a hand extended over that invisible line once, exponentially changing the equation. I was convinced we could make our relationship work until Tanner broke the trust he embedded in me from the age of seven.
One deceit of mega proportions and the relationship we built for that short month vanished. I swore never to speak to him again and it’s worked. Until now—two years later, when my brother’s wedding places me face-to-face with the best man—Tanner McCain.
Leaving one equation to be solved. Can love surface twice?
Taylor Delaney is the love of my life.
She’s also the one I’ve hurt the most.
Two years ago, I made a disastrous mistake.
One I’m not sure I can make amends from.
But I have to try, because I’m nothing without her.
Brad Ashby’s here, in my hometown, asking for a second chance.
All those unresolved feelings for him have resurfaced.
Not that they ever went away.
I know I should run him out of the town, but I can’t.
He needs to know that I wasn’t the only one who was deceived.
Even if we gave our relationship another try, how can we rebuild what’s been destroyed? If we weren’t strong enough then, what makes us strong enough now?
This is a standalone novel involving two characters from Michelle Lynn’s Love Surfaced novel.
around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from school to school before
settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides
with her husband and two kids. She
developed a love of reading at a young age, which helped lay the foundation for
her passion to write. With the
encouragement of her family, she finally sat down and wrote one of the many
stories that have been floating around in her head. When she isn’t reading or
writing, she can be found playing with her kids, talking to her mom on the
phone, or hanging out with her family and friends. But after chasing around twin preschoolers
all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time after putting the kids to