We only have one more night, and we don’t
want to waste another second on anything negative. We order burgers from
Bourbon Steak and attempt to watch a soccer game. I know enough about soccer
not to make an ass of myself, but it isn’t my sport of choice. He tries to
teach me about the players and the nuance of the game. His enthusiasm is
adorable. We bicker about whether it’s called soccer or football. I couldn’t
care less, but it annoys him to no end. I love pushing his buttons.
At halftime, he jumps up and drops his
phone into the docking station, a sneaky grin plastered on his face.
“Get up,” he orders.
“No way. You’re up to nothing but trouble,
Gavin Edwards. I will have no part of it.”
“Get. Up.”
“Fine,” I say with an eye roll and a foot
stomp. “What torture are you subjecting me to now?”
Lively music streams from the speakers, and
he says, “Time for you to learn how to jitterbug.” I recognize the song blaring
through the stereo as “Jump, Jive and Wail” by the Brian Seltzer Orchestra.
Gavin grabs my hand and twirls me around the room. I’m terrible at the dance,
but it’s a lot of fun. Not that I’ll ever admit that to him. My dance lesson
lasts for the length of halftime, but the second the game is back on, the music
is off and we’re back on the sofa.
After the game, we head to bed with Chunky
Monkey. It’s a good thing I’m not wearing pants because they wouldn’t have fit
after my gluttony.
“How come ice cream is your thing and yet
I’m the one who always ends up with the stomachache?”
“Because, luv, I have a well-defined sense
of moderation, and you are just so American. You want it, you want it now, and
you want all of it, even if it hurts.”
I pelt him with pillows. “You may have
moderation, but I have ammunition!”
Our pillow fight becomes a rumble in the sheets,
effectively burning off my ice cream indulgence. The post sex calm takes over
us both, and I inch closer and closer to sleep. My mind takes stock of how
perfect this arrangement feels. Being with him, sleeping in his arms. This time
has been a slice of paradise, but in a few short hours, he has to leave. We
haven’t even talked about it.
“Gavin?”
“Hmmm,” he responds, half asleep.
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Life can change in the blink of an eye. One moment, Lily is trapped in a loveless marriage. In a split second she is free, but at what cost? Her mundane life is set into a freefall of tragedy and terror. Her husband may be out of her life, but he left a storm of collateral damage behind and the burden is on Lily to sort it out. Fate connects Lily with Gavin, a charmingly handsome British gentleman that has been drawn into her tangled circumstance. Gavin is everything Lily’s husband wasn’t and gives her hope that love really does exist. Gavin wants nothing more than to sweep Lily up and carry her off into the sunset, far away from the devastation left behind by her husband. Gavin has been the first breath of fresh air in her life, but she isn’t looking to be saved. She needs to clean up her husband’s mess and find a way to save herself in the process. Does she throw caution to the wind and open her heart? Or listen to her head that tells her and go it alone until she’s found herself again? Buy Now:
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Isabelle Richards Bio:
Isabelle Richards spent years as a speech writer before tackling fiction. An avid reader of all genres, Isabelle is drawn to romance novels as they provide an escape from daily life. Through her complex cast of characters, Isabelle creates a sanctuary for readers to dive into for a break from reality.
When she is not writing, Isabelle works as an advocate for persons with disabilities in Washington, DC. Her two yellow labs are her writing partners, although they frequently sleep on the job.
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