I’d never fallen harder for anyone than I did for Graham Prescott. The British hottie was like no other guy I’d ever met. And the attraction between us was mutual and red-hot.I would have done and said almost anything to be with him. So I’d told him one harmless, little lie…But it hadn’t been.Harmless or little.That lie nearly destroyed his life.Seeing him again after four years stirs up feelings I have no right to feel. So I tell myself the only thing I want from him is his forgiveness. But first I have to earn his trust—something easier said than done. Especially when he makes it clear there’s only one thing he wants from me.To stay the hell out of his life.
He nods slowly as if contemplating my answer. “So you never thought of us getting back together?”
Crap. Now I can’t breathe. How on earth am I supposed to answer that? How far does he want me to go back? I can’t tell him how I’d celebrated my eighteenth birthday. I’d gone out dancing with my friends but had gone home early and cried myself to sleep railing at the gods that I’d met him one year and two months too early.
If only if only if only, had been the mantra on that day and in the months that followed.
“Do you mean before or after I saw you at the mall with your girlfriend?” I ask lightly.
His eyes darken and if possible, his gaze grows more intense. “Either.”
I wonder if he’s asking to have the satisfaction of getting me to admit that I’m still hung up on him so he can turn me down? Is this payback cloaked in smoldering stares meant to inspire damp panties and lust-induced palpitations? That would be fiendishly cruel of him.
“Well, since the only time you answered my call was to tell me to get lost, I can safely say, I never thought we’d ever get back together.”
He shakes his head. You didn’t answer the question, his expression scolds. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
My nipples perk up at the quiet rumble of his voice. I cross my arms over my chest to hide my body’s reaction.
“I used to, you know, before I saw you again. I mean I didn’t stop lo—having feelings for you just because you hated me. It took time, and during that time, yes, I used to think about you. About us.”
“How long? How long did it take you to get over me?”
Dear God, this must be his new form of torture.
“Why does any of that matter now? Would it make you happy to know what a mess I was for an entire year after you left? That my grades dropped and I stopped modeling? That my parents sent me to a shrink? That I’ve been eaten up with guilt for the last four years?”
He takes a step, bringing us that much closer.
“Okay, I’ll ask it a different way. Are you over me now?”
Beverley left her IT career in 2012 to write sexy historical, new adult and contemporary romances full-time.
As the mother of one too-bright and mischievous young boy, she pulls full-time duty on all fronts. When she’s not writing, running Smitten by Books Reviews website or mothering, she’s either reading or dreaming of a time when she’ll have time for my favorite hobbies: knitting, crocheting and sewing.
Beverley discovered her love of books while growing up in a small city in Ontario Canada. She’s lived on two continents, in three countries, two provinces, and four states. She’s stopped her nomadic existence and settled in the southeast. All things artistic feed her creative passion, but none more than writing.
She’s currently being represented by Kevan Lyon at Marsal & Lyon Literary Agency.
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