Katy Lewis has it all: a sports reporting job she loves, a great roommate, and two brothers who, while nosy, always have her back. But when Conner Roberts, Katy’s unrequited first crush, suddenly shows up—and shows interest—after nine years, she reverts to a sweaty, panicked sixteen-year-old once more.
And if trying to read Conner’s signals isn’t tough enough, Katy’s heart is sending some mixed messages of its own. When a beautiful blonde coworker starts pursuing Katy’s boss, Dylan Sterling—her longtime mentor and friend—she realizes she may have a problem with that. A reunion with Conner is what she’s dreamed of for so long…so why can’t she stop thinking about Dylan?
For the first time ever, Katy must fact-check her heart. Should she go after the guy she thought she always wanted or see if there’s something more with the one who’s been there all along?
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Barbie Bohrman was born and raised in Miami, FL and ultimately moved to the Garden State where she currently resides with her husband and two children. Life, and all that comes along with it and having long since given up on her dream of pursuing anything in the writing world, a prologue contest in a book club garnered her interest enough to throw her hat in the ring to see what, if anything, would come from it. From that contest came the roots of her debut novel, Promise Me. When she is not writing you can find her trying to get through the 1000+ books on her Kindle, or watching Lost or Seinfeld.
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“Are you guys dating now?”
“Why do you ask?”
“We’re friends, right?” I ask. He looks confused by my question but nods anyway.
“What does us being friends have anything to do with Rachel?”
I lean forward until my face is inches from Dylan’s. At this distance, I get an up-close-and personal look at his eyes. For the first time in all the time I’ve known him, I have to admit to myself that I can get a little lost in them. They’re so bright, like an open field of fresh cut grass in Ireland. Not that I’ve ever been to Ireland, but the pictures I’ve seen obviously do it enough justice since it’s stayed with me so vividly. Now I’m picturing myself running up a hill onto said random field. And then my arms go out wide and I spin and spin like Julie Andrews and sing to the sky for no reason whatsoever.
I blink a couple of times. “Yeah.”
He shakes his head with a smile at my momentary break with reality. I watch his eyes go to where he’s touching me, and then he lets go of my wrist. “To answer your question, no, we’re not technically dating.”
Inwardly, I’m relieved. But that still doesn’t quench my curiosity of how he ended up with Rachel on Saturday. I sit back in my seat a little more comfortably and decide not to ask anything else about it. Dylan, after a second or two, goes back to eating his lunch, so it would seem that the subject is dead and buried. However, in my head, that’s a whole other story. I see them together: Holding hands, and everything seems innocent at first. Then the vision explodes into this flash of images of him pulling her close to him and kissing her. No, that’s not quite right either. He’s ravaging her mouth as her hands thread and pull wildly at his hair. My pulse trips in my throat as the images keep on coming. Each one more vivid than the one before it.
What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking about this? And why the hell does it bother me to the point that I’m embarrassed to even look at him right now.
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