The death of her police officer fiancé left Katherine Pelham with a house she couldn’t afford. To avoid bankruptcy, she decides to rent out the first floor. The very moment she is hammering the For Rent sign into the front yard a truck drives past.
Then turns around and comes back. The man who climbs out asking to see the apartment makes Katherine jittery in ways she’d forgotten. Could this be a sign her luck is changing?
Jack Connelly needs a new place to stay. He’s rescued a dog and his lease says no pets. The apartment is great. The landlady, even better.
Can Katherine overcome her fear of losing the love of her life to his job again? Or will Jack have to quit the department to have the woman of his dreams?
The lights in her classroom flickered and buzzed when she switched them on. Jack paused in the doorway to let his eyes adjust.
Going directly to her desk, she opened a drawer. With one hand she sifted through it, while pulling out her hair clip with the other. Jack watched her hair uncoil over her shoulders. So strong and confident on steady ground. He wanted to be her steady ground and he didn’t want to wait for her to make up her mind, he wanted to convince her.
Jack didn’t remember moving forward, only realizing he had when she turned as he put his hand on her shoulder. He traced his thumb along her jaw delighting in the silky feel of her skin. Her pulse raced under his fingers.
“Remember where we are,” she whispered.
“I remember.” He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. When he slipped his arm around her back, her body curved against him, warm and welcoming. Her eyes opened, deep and dark in the glare of the classroom fluorescents. She drew a quick shallow breath between her parted lips, her heartbeat matching his.
“I thought we were friends.”
“We are friends. We’re very good friends.” Jack curved his hand around the back of her neck, tangling his fingers in her long loose hair.
“Who do you think you are? Harrison Ford?”
He leaned down and kissed her again. Her warm mouth tasted like the punch she’d drunkat the dance. A deep rumble, almost a purr, started in her chest as he teased her lips open to drinkmore deeply. Caressing the deep curve of her back, he pulled her soft form tight against him. Every part of her molded to him the way he’d dreamed. Her light perfume surrounded them, reaching into his mind and clouding his thoughts. As he stroked his fingers through her silken hair, she shivered. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders tugging him closer, and lifting herself up to her toes. The heels of her shoes clacked against the tile as they slid off. Jack lifted his mouth from hers and kissed the corners of her lips. She had to understand now. They fit together. There was no need to fight this any longer. Didn’t she know she was the perfect answer to all his questions?
“Jack,” she whispered. She blinked, disoriented. Turning her head, she drew a deep breath and jumped backward out of his arms.
She slipped out of one shoe and landed badly on the other, twisting her foot. Jack grabbed her elbow as she seized on the chalk tray to balance herself. “Randy! What are you doing there?”
“Jack and Archer are enough to melt any girl’s heart” ~ Coffee Time Romance
“Kate is definitely meant for Jack in this beautiful story.” ~ Manic Readers
“Charlotte McClain has definitely crafted a beautiful love story.” ~ Ecataromance
“I found myself missing lunch because I didn’t want to put the book down.” ~ You Gotta Read Reviews
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