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Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Also by Charish Reid
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Epilogue
  46. Acknowledgements
  47. About the Author
  48. Carina Press Romance Promise
  49. Writing for Carina
  50. Carina eNewsletter

Sandra put the first two pans of cookies in the oven and set the timer before starting on the next pan. “Surely someone told you that some opposites attract and stay attracted,” she continued. “This Victoria needs someone like you to undo her tight little rubber band ball and you need someone like Victoria to keep you on the ground. This combination is hardly new, is it Maggie? He’s looking at me like I’m speaking French.”

His mother eyed him suspiciously. “I think he’s coming to the realization, Sandy. Let him get there.”

John finally opened his mouth. “I don’t...”

“Girl, he’s taking too long,” Sandra said. “You should have just told her how you felt in the office. Had you said three simple words, she probably would have still ran away, but she’d have a good long think about those words. A clear firm hand isn’t always a bad thing, kiddo.”

“Are you getting it?” his mother asked.

He stared at them in disbelief. He didn’t love Victoria...did he? “No, you’ve got it wrong. We’re so opposite, it’s a laughable cliché,” John said. “I might be in lust, but I don’t think we’re in love. I’ve only just met her and we’re supposed to be professional and...” He trailed off because the excuses were piling up and they didn’t look good. The women weren’t buying it.

“He’s almost there,” his mother said.

“And he doesn’t want to get hurt.”

“Will you two stop talking like I’m not sitting here?”

Sandra shrugged. “Alright then, now what are you going to do?”

John didn’t know what to do. “I can’t do anything about it until she comes back from her trip to Chicago.”

“Showy gestures are lovely,” Margaret suggested. “Women like something with flourish.”

“Ugh, this isn’t some movie, Maggie,” Sandra said with a frown. “She’s a professional woman who apparently doesn’t care for flourish.”

“And that’s why my husband worked better for you.”

Sandra’s brow shot up. The two women exchanged knowing looks before dissolving into giggles. “I swear, Maggie...”

“Oh god, you two are the worst,” John muttered.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Two