Chapters (32)
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- A brand-new small-town romance proving sometimes fake dates can turn into forever…
“But I don’t want to be a bad influence on you. Aren’t you and Malcolm training for another climb? I thought I saw a post about it on Facebook a few months ago.”
Lia turned off the game console and stood, shoving her hands into the pockets of her shorts. “Actually, it’s just me.”
“You’re climbing Mount Kenya alone?”
She shook her head. “With a guide. Malcolm decided not to join me this time.”
“Things still rocky between you two? Pun intended,” he said, his concern evident despite his attempt at lightening the question. Lia and Malcolm had only been married a few years, but the year before, things had started to go downhill. Wes didn’t know all the details and he respected her privacy not to ask, but he suspected their busy careers might have something to do with it.
“Everything’s fine. Or it will be eventually,” she said, refusing to meet his gaze.
He suspected things weren’t fine, but he really hoped they could work it out. Malcolm wasn’t his favorite person—the guy was a little high on himself for Wes’s taste, but he seemed to suit Lia’s high-strung personality well. It took a special kind of partner to keep up with his friend. Malcolm had the energy and stamina and had seemed up for the challenge…at least initially.
“Is that what this reunion is about?” he asked gently.
Lia studied her perfectly manicured fingers. “Maybe a little. I guess I’m hoping that bringing our families together might reignite a spark or something.” She paused. “So…Marissa tells me you get a lot of attention from the single moms in town.”
He groaned at the change of subject. He’d rather be talking about her love life. His was basically nonexistent…or it had been until Sarah had planted that kiss on him. “She’s noticed, huh?”
“FYI—she notices everything. Seriously, though, anyone caught your eye?” She sat on the sofa, curling her legs under her.
Should he tell her about his connection to Sarah, the kiss? He wasn’t eager to know her opinion on that yet or confess his embarrassing retreat, so he shrugged as he sat next to her. “Not really…I don’t know. Besides, this place isn’t exactly a bachelor pad.”
There were signs of Marissa and Kelly everywhere in the house, including all the family photos still hanging on the walls.
What was the right way to deal with those things? When Wes finally decided he was ready to move on, what did they do with all of Kelly’s memories? Just one of many reasons to stay single and keep any developing feelings for Sarah repressed.