And that’s just the first few minutes of her work day.
Thirty-one-year-old proofreader Bailey Mitchell is a slave to her tics. She inherited Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder from her father, and it’s done nothing but inhibit her love life. She’s run the gamut of boyfriends—none of them willing or able to cope with her condition.
Enter 32-year-old Reece Powell, her new coworker at Beach Elite Marketing Firm. He’s more than willing to cope. He finds her habits cute and quirky . . . for now. Reece wins her over, and life coasts along for them until Bailey experiences a devastating blow. Tragedy exacerbates her OCD, and Reece realizes her tics aren’t so cute and quirky anymore. Just like all the others, he has the choice to leave.
But Reece isn't like all the others.
The Wilmington Saga
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My phone beeped some time around 6:30 A.M. the following morning.
Reece: We need to talk about that kiss. When can I call you?
I
couldn’t read the tone. Who can ever read tones in text messages and
emails anyway? My instinct, though, was to lean toward the negative.
(Hey, I had a history to back it up.) I immediately thought the worst:
He doesn’t like me. He doesn’t want whatever happened at the theater to
go any further. I’m a bad kisser.
I glanced at the time: 6:31 A.M. Oh, what the hell? He was obviously awake.
“Reece?” I said hesitantly into the phone.
“Bailey!”
he replied. “Did I wake you? I didn’t mean to wake you. That’s why I
texted. I thought maybe you
turn your sound alerts off at night. I’m sorry if I woke you. I’ve just
been up all night. I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to call you yesterday,
but I thought maybe I should leave you alone for a day or two. But then
it just drove me crazy all day, and then I didn’t sleep last night. I
think I mentioned I didn’t sleep. And I kept thinking about you and the
theater and . . .”
I grinned from ear to ear as I listened to
Reece prattle on about how he couldn’t get me out of his mind. Silly
Bailey. And you thought you were a bad kisser!
“Reece?” I interrupted.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I talking too much? I have a problem with that. It’s something I’m working on. I talk more when I’m nervous—”
“Reece!”
He went silent.
“I wanted to call you yesterday, too,” I said.
He sighed into the phone. A happy sigh. “Really?”
“Yes.
I nearly did, but then my sister called and wanted me over at our
parents’ house last night. She needed to make an announcement and
whatever. It’s not important,” I said.
“What announcement?” Reece asked.
“Oh, about how she’s getting married,” I said dismissively.
“That’s pretty cool.”
I grunted. We fell silent.
“I’ve been thinking about you nonstop,” Reece admitted.
“Really?” I asked. I wanted to confess the same thing, but I wasn’t sure it was wise for
girls to be so transparent. I’d already initiated the first kiss. That was as far as I’d go.
“Oh, yes,” Reece replied. “I . . . I know we aren’t supposed to date.” Brief pause. “But I want to.”
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3 comments:
Yes, can't wait! Thank you for the giveaway.
Good luck on the giveaway! I read another series by S. Walden recently (Too Good) and enjoyed it!
This sounds like a really good book can't wait to read it
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