Drew Evans, a confident playboy and successful businessman, suddenly isolates himself, claiming he has the flu. The real reason? Katherine Brooks, a smart and ambitious new hire at his father’s firm, turns his life upside down. Drew’s attraction to her challenges his arrogance, leading him to question everything. Can he win at love?
Instead of a private, romantic evening at Dee’s favorite restaurant, I’ve somehow ended up in a hospital gown, on a gurney, in the back room of the goddamn ER. The only thing that could make it worse would be if the engagement ring was to get stolen by a sticky-fingered nurse or random homeless person.…
Hard, hot, and thick, I need to be inside her more than I need to take my next fucking breath. Dee’s shirt? Gone. Her bra? On the pool table in my dining room. I touch her, hold her against me-drowning in the sensation of our bare chests pressing and the velvet texture of her perfect…
Yeah, I fucking think so too. Images Tuesday morning, I drag my ass into work-grumpy, disheveled, and feeling shitty-even though I slept like a rock. There, I hear all about the show Billy Warren put on for Kate in the lobby, and I wonder if they got back together. As far as grand gestures go,…
I don’t beat around the bush. “Does she . . . does she ever talk about me?” Kate looks down at the conference table. “Not a word.” Yeah-motherfucking ouch. But I don’t surrender all hope just yet. “Does she think about me?” Kate’s eyes meet mine and they’re sympathetic-a little sad. I’m not sure if…
Here we go. My mother is awesome-kind and gentle-but she’s still a mother. Which means any second now, she’s going to start talking about how I need someone to take care of me and about seeing her grandchildren before she dies. It’s a discussion we’ve had before. She leans my way, and in a conspiratorial…
In a nanosecond, my mind takes her in from head to toe-her hair’s pulled back in a ponytail, revealing a makeup-free, beautiful face. Her plain white T-shirt is tied at the hip over tight blue jeans and black Converse sneakers. I don’t have time to greet her or even wonder why she’s here. Because the…
All he does is nod. Then he’s out the door too. Dee takes a long drink of her martini. “Well, that just happened.” “Think they’ll be okay?” I ask. “No. I’m sure they’ll make up, stay together-do the long-distance thing. But they haven’t been okay in a long time. Their relationship is like a morgue…
He snorts. “This is my first one. Kate and me . . . we’ve been together forever-since we were fifteen. She’s been my first everything. I thought she’d be my last everything too. My only.” I just nod and let him talk. “But the last few years . . . it feels like we’ve just…
They’re the last words we speak before we both fall asleep. Images Early the next morning, Dee wakes up just long enough to kiss me good-bye. I walk past Billy-dead to the world-on the couch and go home for a long shower. Then I drive up to Drew’s parents’ country place for the day’s festivities.…
Calm down. What the hell am I thinking? Those two words are like pouring water on a grease fire-just makes it hotter. It’s the second most direct way to piss a woman off even more than she already is. The first, of course, is to ask if she’s on the rag. “Calm down? You want…