I came home in a U-Haul with a stolen bakery, eight hundred dollars, and a heart that had stopped working in February.
Everett Dalton met me on Main Street with his hand out for a paint roller. Easy smile. Working hands. The same blue eyes that had looked away from me at every Christmas dinner for six years.
He calls me sugar in front of my brother. He calls me honey in his kitchen at six a.m. He has been in love with me since the summer I was twenty-four — and I have been in love with him every spring, every fall, every wedding, every funeral since.
We are not allowed.
My brother is his best friend. The line was drawn on a porch six summers ago, and Everett has held it like his life depended on it.
So why did he just lock the front door?
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Everett Dalton met me on Main Street with his hand out for a paint roller. Easy smile. Working hands. The same blue eyes that had looked away from me at every Christmas dinner for six years.
He calls me sugar in front of my brother. He calls me honey in his kitchen at six a.m. He has been in love with me since the summer I was twenty-four — and I have been in love with him every spring, every fall, every wedding, every funeral since.
We are not allowed.
My brother is his best friend. The line was drawn on a porch six summers ago, and Everett has held it like his life depended on it.
So why did he just lock the front door?
Genre: Romantic Suspense