When I got here on Sunday, I pulled up to the pump, and he was standing there like the welcome wagon. We went to high school together, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t recognize me. He’s a mechanic at the gas station in town. But I definitely met a man this week who does. You start to drawl and say things like howdy.” Some people start to drool after too much liquor. I apologized and told him I only spoke English. He spoke with such a heavy accent that I initially thought he was speaking a foreign language. But I did speak to a man at the post office yesterday named Huck.
I sighed and set my cell on the bed so I could get undressed while I finished my call with my best friend, Harper, on speakerphone. “So, have you at least run into one of those southern gentlemen the movies always show? Like Ryan Gosling in The Notebook or Matthew McConaughey in…well, anything?” And now the inn was the least of my problems. We were in over our heads in more ways than one.īecause not only was he the last man on Earth I should be falling for because of our deal, but Levi was also my ex’s older brother. Not to mention, he was so great with my son. Levi and I got closer, and before I knew it, my nightly fantasies about the brawny Adonis became a reality. If I could sell out the place by the time he had to leave for training at the end of summer, he would back off and let me run it.īut in the weeks that followed, we got more than we bargained for while we were living under the same roof. I wanted to restore The Palm Inn to its original beauty and re-open it as a bed and breakfast. He wanted to unload the rundown place which, admittedly, needed a lot of work. We bickered a lot as we both moved into the property while we figured things out. You could say we got off on the wrong foot. We won’t mention that I accidentally injured him during our first meeting, causing him to get eight stitches. The other half now belonged to Levi Miller, the famous quarterback who had other ideas about what we should do with the property.
When my young son inherited half of his great grandfather’s historic inn, I decided to move us both to the place where I grew up. From New York Times Bestselling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward comes a new, sexy standalone novel.
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