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at Amy’s mother. “I need
to know that we can make this work.”
Her father looked at
Jack pointedly and then placed his hand on
Jack's shoulder, before pulling him toward his body, enveloping him
in an embrace. Amy's eyes filled with tears, as
she watched her father hold Jack, before releasing
him.
“Son, everything will be
okay,” he said nodding.
Jack turned to Amy then, and
she could hardly see through her tears. “I'm so
sorry,” Amy said. “I'm so sorry I kept the truth from
you.”
Jack nodded, but his
lips were set in a tight line. He was still
hurting. “I forgive you.”
“But how? How can you forgive
me?”
He shrugged. “I love you,
Amy.”
“Oh God, Jack. I love you
too.”
Jack slid his arms around
Amy's body, and she felt triumphant warmth spread all
through her. He crushed his mouth to hers in a breathtaking kiss,
to the sound of applause from their friends and
family that surrounded them.
Later that night, after the
party, and after Amy's parents had left town, she and
Jack lay in his bed, wrapped up in each other's arms. He didn't
think he'd ever get over the joy of having Amy
next to him.
“I have something I want to
give you,” he said. He reached over and opened his nightstand, to
retrieve a small book.
“What's that?” she asked, taking
the book that he offered.
“It's a journal that I
write in when I remember. After the
accident, it was supposed to be something
therapeutic. It sort of stuck, though I
should probably write in it more often.” He
shrugged. “Go to the day that's marked.”
Amy did so, turning to a dog-eared page
in the book. “What date is this?”
His kissed her temple
and then settled in next to her so
they could both read the page. “It's the day I met
you at the pub.”
Amy turned away and focused on the
journal entry. She read aloud:
Dear Emily,
None of this was supposed to happen.
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Chapter 1
Natalie Rey didn’t know the first
thing about wielding the wrench in her hand, but not knowing things
had never stopped her before. Like hell would a leaky faucet get in
the way of securing a tenant. And all interested parties had
expected their showers to be in working order.
Silly people, with their basic
needs...like indoor plumbing.
No worries, Natalie was perfectly
capable of watching videos of people who did know things. The woman
in the video made it look so easy. But of course, it was easy for
her. She built her house by herself and probably forged the very
steel that framed the house.
Natalie repeated the instructions
aloud. “Just replace the stem, tighten things back up, and no more
leak.”
She did these things, intent on using
the most precise movements. Except when she tightened the faucet,
water shot out in a jet stream, hitting her right in the face. She
screamed, more like gargled, and placed her hands in front of her
body in a weak attempt to stop the water with her hands.
What made her think she could do this
without the use of a real plumber? She turned the knob, only to
have it come off in her hand. “Easy, my ass,” she said through her
teeth.
“Nat? What are you doing?”
Natalie turned, and her posture
stiffened at the sight of Chase Hammond filling the doorway like he
was holding the house up with his big, strong body.
Not now. Even as water
sprayed wildly around her, she looked up at the ceiling, asking God
why. Why would you bring Chase
Hammond to my door at this moment?
Or ever for that matter.
“Obviously...” She cleared her throat.
“I don't know what I'm doing. What are you doing? Here? In my
bathroom?”
“Where's
to know that we can make this work.”
Her father looked at
Jack pointedly and then placed his hand on
Jack's shoulder, before pulling him toward his body, enveloping him
in an embrace. Amy's eyes filled with tears, as
she watched her father hold Jack, before releasing
him.
“Son, everything will be
okay,” he said nodding.
Jack turned to Amy then, and
she could hardly see through her tears. “I'm so
sorry,” Amy said. “I'm so sorry I kept the truth from
you.”
Jack nodded, but his
lips were set in a tight line. He was still
hurting. “I forgive you.”
“But how? How can you forgive
me?”
He shrugged. “I love you,
Amy.”
“Oh God, Jack. I love you
too.”
Jack slid his arms around
Amy's body, and she felt triumphant warmth spread all
through her. He crushed his mouth to hers in a breathtaking kiss,
to the sound of applause from their friends and
family that surrounded them.
Later that night, after the
party, and after Amy's parents had left town, she and
Jack lay in his bed, wrapped up in each other's arms. He didn't
think he'd ever get over the joy of having Amy
next to him.
“I have something I want to
give you,” he said. He reached over and opened his nightstand, to
retrieve a small book.
“What's that?” she asked, taking
the book that he offered.
“It's a journal that I
write in when I remember. After the
accident, it was supposed to be something
therapeutic. It sort of stuck, though I
should probably write in it more often.” He
shrugged. “Go to the day that's marked.”
Amy did so, turning to a dog-eared page
in the book. “What date is this?”
His kissed her temple
and then settled in next to her so
they could both read the page. “It's the day I met
you at the pub.”
Amy turned away and focused on the
journal entry. She read aloud:
Dear Emily,
None of this was supposed to happen.
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Worth the Wait
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Release date: May 17 th , 2016
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Worth the Wait, Contemporary
Romance
Chapter 1 preview
Chapter 1
Natalie Rey didn’t know the first
thing about wielding the wrench in her hand, but not knowing things
had never stopped her before. Like hell would a leaky faucet get in
the way of securing a tenant. And all interested parties had
expected their showers to be in working order.
Silly people, with their basic
needs...like indoor plumbing.
No worries, Natalie was perfectly
capable of watching videos of people who did know things. The woman
in the video made it look so easy. But of course, it was easy for
her. She built her house by herself and probably forged the very
steel that framed the house.
Natalie repeated the instructions
aloud. “Just replace the stem, tighten things back up, and no more
leak.”
She did these things, intent on using
the most precise movements. Except when she tightened the faucet,
water shot out in a jet stream, hitting her right in the face. She
screamed, more like gargled, and placed her hands in front of her
body in a weak attempt to stop the water with her hands.
What made her think she could do this
without the use of a real plumber? She turned the knob, only to
have it come off in her hand. “Easy, my ass,” she said through her
teeth.
“Nat? What are you doing?”
Natalie turned, and her posture
stiffened at the sight of Chase Hammond filling the doorway like he
was holding the house up with his big, strong body.
Not now. Even as water
sprayed wildly around her, she looked up at the ceiling, asking God
why. Why would you bring Chase
Hammond to my door at this moment?
Or ever for that matter.
“Obviously...” She cleared her throat.
“I don't know what I'm doing. What are you doing? Here? In my
bathroom?”
“Where's
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