My life just went South…
Twenty-four hours. That’s how long it took my life to flip upside down.
Wake up in bed alone after the best night of my life? Check.
Get fired instead of the promised promotion? Check.
Wealthy parents cut me off when I refuse to follow their path for my life? Check.
Now I’m in Cricket Creek, SC—a place where no New Yorker belongs—disowned and broke, with a new job that I can’t mess up. Oh yeah, and staring at my one-night stand, who happens to be the complete opposite of my type.
Noah Hunter never should have made it back to my apartment in NYC, and I definitely shouldn’t be in his small town. But fate had another plan. Or a horrible sense of humor.
Who knew Mr. Wrong could feel so right…
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Scarlett followed my gaze and bit back a laugh. “Damn, that’s her? She’s pretty. Like, supermodel pretty.”
“You know?” She peered over at me, but I refused to meet her eyes. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you give anybody a semblance of a compliment. How well do you know her?”
I shrugged, my thoughts drifting back to Grace’s legs wrapped around my waist, my lips on her neck. “We met when I was in New York.”
“And that’s it.”
“It doesn’t look like that’s it. Maybe I should just go ask her.” Scarlett started toward Grace, and I all but tripped over myself to stop her. She grinned knowingly. “You like her.”
“What? No, I don’t.” I scratched my jaw, then went to work on the next table.
“All right, so why aren’t you seating them? Lindy’s a friend, even if she’s probably still in love with you.”
“Good God, do you ever shut up?”
“I will. As soon as you go seat them.”
“What exactly do I pay you for if I’ve got to seat the guests and scrub the tables?”
Scarlett beamed back. “My charm.”
“I’d like a refund, thanks.”
“You’re seriously refusing to go seat them, aren’t you?”
I sighed heavily and set down the dish bin I’d been carrying. “Clean the rest of these tables.” Then I walked toward the door, each step making me feel both enthralled and nauseous. I needed this girl out of my head before the whole town figured out how gone I was over her.
“Hey. Two?” I asked, my eyes on Lindy, before jumping to Grace, and damn. Her green eyes pierced through me, and all logical thought went out the window. “How was your night?” I asked, because clearly I was an idiot who couldn’t control himself anymore.
“Good.” She fidgeted. “Yours?”
“I saw you outside this morning. Nice Jeep.”
My eyes lifted back to hers from where they’d drifted to the floor like it could somehow save me from this conversation. “I saw you, too.” She tilted her head a little and bit her bottom lip, drawing me there. Walk away, man. Please, for the love of God, walk away. But I couldn’t. That invisible force between us, the one that had drawn me to her that night in New York, now wrapped around me, locking me to the spot—locking me to her.
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