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One word.
Stay.
It was all he had to do. Instead, he got on that bus and
took my heart with him.
That was seventeen
years ago.
I moved on. Marriage. Kids. White picket fence. Everything I
ever wanted, but my husband betrayed me and I was left once again.
Alone, penniless, and with two boys, I had no choice but to
return to Tennessee. He wasn’t supposed to be there. I should’ve been safe.
However, fate has a way of stepping in.
This time around, the tables are turned. It’s my decision.
Second chances do exist, but I don’t know if we can repair what’s already been
broken . . .
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EXCERPT
A knock on my office door
causes me to stop working. “Zach?” I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose
and stand. I should’ve known avoiding him wasn’t really going to work when he
can roll up any ol’ time he wants. It was only a matter of time.
“Sorry to stop by without
callin’, but the other night wasn’t exactly the best place for us to talk.” He
removes his hat and tosses it on the chair. “I saw you in town yesterday trying
to be incognito. Figured we should try to be civil.”
Civil? He can’t just show
his face when he wants. He doesn’t belong here. I don’t want to see him at all,
much less in my home, the one place that’s my safe haven. Damn him for not
taking the fucking hint.
“Your mother said you
were out here. She didn’t throw something at me, so I took that as a good
sign.”
“What are you doing
here?” I stand, slamming my hand on the desk. “My mother may not have thrown
anything because she’s a proper Southern woman, but I’m not anymore. I’ve spent
enough time in the North to not give a shit if I pelt you in the head with a stapler!”
I grab it off the desk and rear back.
“Whoa! Whoa!” he says
with his hands raised. “I’m not coming to start anything. I just want to see
how you are. I’ve missed you.”
“Asshole!” I throw the
stapler at his head. “You don’t get to miss me!”
He ducks as it makes a
loud bang against the wall. Zach’s eyes widen as his lips turn up. “Seems all
those years watching me play ball taught you how to throw.”
I grab the next thing I
see. “You apparently sucked at teaching!”
“Felicia and I wanted to
invite you over for dinner.”
He has lost his damn
mind.
Zach lets out a sigh and
moves closer. “I know it could be awkward, but I figured if . . .”
“If what? That there’s a
chance we could be friends? Hang out even? You need your head examined if you
think that’ll happen.” I don’t know if maybe he forgot how we ended things.
“Pres,” he chides.
“Don’t ‘Pres’ me! You
have some nerve showing up here.”
“It was a long time ago.”
I want to sock him in the face.
“Leave,” I demand.
Zach walks closer and
crosses his arms across his chest.
“I’m not leaving until we
settle this. I want us to get things out in the air.”
“Fine.” I grab the paper
clip holder and toss it. I miss again. “That was in the air.”
Corinne Michaels is the USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author of The Salvation Series (Beloved, Beholden, Consolation, Conviction & Defenseless). She's an emotional, witty, sarcastic, and fun loving mom of two beautiful children. Corinne is happily married to the man of her dreams and is a former Navy wife. After spending months away from her husband while he was deployed, reading and writing was her escape from the loneliness.
Both her maternal and paternal grandmothers were librarians, which only intensified her love of reading. After years of writing short stories, she couldn't ignore the call to finish her debut novel, Beloved. Her alpha heroes are broken, beautiful, and will steal your heart.
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