Gabrielle Willis is smart. She's funny. And oh yes, she's a bit klutzy.
When Gabrielle left sunny California bound for the energy of Manhattan, she was willingly leaving the life she had known, for the new life she would create. But was she really leaving something behind, or was she running away.
On the outside Gabrielle Willis has it all under control. A new life in Manhattan, a great roommate, and a good job. But she was haunted. Haunted by a memory she's tried to forget, and by a family who's abandoned her. But what happens when what's on the outside is only an illusion, and in perfect contradiction to what's buried deep within.
Enter Dane Rhodes. He's gorgeous, smart, and sexy as hell. Just what Gabby wants, or so she thinks. But when she meets Brad Dixon, the sweet guy with the crooked smile, he begins to make her see that the very thing she is trying to run from, is the very thing that just may push her to see the light.
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“His touch does strange things to me. It makes me feel things. Things I'm not supposed to feel. Things I can't allow myself to feel. It's like his fingers are strumming my heartstrings, pulling, plucking, twisting, and I'm helpless. Completely and utterly helpless.”
Brad brings my drink over and set...s it down. My purse is a glowing mess, and it’s like playing hide and seek to find my money. While digging, I inadvertently knock over the entire latte all over the counter and watch as the warm liquid seeps under the cash register. Fabulous. My cheeks heat while my eyes squeeze shut, wishing I could click my heels three times and be anywhere but here.
When my eyes finally open, Brad appears to be counting to ten, and I can’t blame him. Grabbing napkins from a nearby table, I try to help with this wonderful mess that is my creation. By the time I return, Brad has it completely under control. “I’m really sorry about the spill,” leaves my mouth before hastily making my way out the door to escape the red tint engulfing my face.
I’m outside for less than a minute when I hear a jingle and see Brad standing in front of me. “Here, I made you another one. On the house.”
“Thanks Brad. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I couldn’t very well let one of our new customers leave unhappy her first time here.”
“Let me pay you for it. It’s the least I can do.”
“Nah. Take it. Just bring an extra roll of Bounty next time you come in.” I hear a rich, throaty laugh as he walks away.
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