to her stomach.
She breathed a sigh of relief at my reaction. “I knew you would be.”
I returned my hand to her stomach and stared into her eyes. “I’m just a bit surprised.”
“Why?” she asked. “I’m a cream queen, right?”
I chuckled. “Yeah, I guess you are.” I loved the glow on her face. She was so excited for this baby, for the baby I made with her. It was beautiful in a way I couldn’t explain. “I guess I will have to remove this piercing.”
“Yeah…but maybe you can give me something somewhere else.”
“Yeah?” My eyes lightened in interest.
“Maybe some ink.”
I smiled because I had the most amazing wife in the world. “Will you let me do the honors?”
“Let?” she asked. “You’re the only one I would let do the honors.”
Acknowledgments
This book was hardly written in a day. It took me a lot of plotting and research until I finally figured out what I wanted to write about. I can’t count the number of times in my life when I didn’t feel good enough for someone else. Maybe I’m a little rough around the edges and I’m hard to understand, but that doesn’t make me a bad person. Ash and I are two apples from the same tree—but he’s much hotter and has a lot more ink.
I’d like to thank my fellow author, Aspen Drake, for helping me so much with this book. In fact, you hated my first draft and told me to completetely start over. At the time it sucked, but this final product is a million times better. So, what I’m trying to say is…you totally rock.
Thank You
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Monday
I don’t believe in destiny.
In fate.
Or in soul mates.
But I believe in Hawke.
My life has never been whole since my parents left forever. I have my brother, someone I can barely tolerate most of the time, and I have my best friend, Marie.
And I have myself.
But when Hawke walks into my life, there’s an immediate connection. Our eyes lock and an unspoken conversation is exchanged. For the first time in my life, I actually feel something.
But he doesn’t.
He keeps me at arm’s length and pretends there’s nothing between us when there clearly is. I’m not the kind of girl to wait around for any guy, so I don’t.
But that doesn’t mean he isn’t in the back of my mind.
Our paths cross again in a way neither one of us expect and it changes everything. Was it destiny that made it happen? Was it fate?
Another Day At The Office
Francesca
On my first day working at The Grind, a coffee shop in Myrtle Beach, the constant sound of the running blender gave me a headache. Just when it would stop spinning for a damn second, it came on again. Taking orders from customers was a hassle because I couldn’t understand a word they said. And just when I raised my voice so they could understand me, the blender shut off and I looked like a screaming lunatic.
But now that blender reminded me of home.
I’d been working at The Grind for nearly three