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392 pages, Paperback
First published August 18, 2020
She was pure temptation. He couldn’t have her. But, fuck, did he want her.
He was thirty-eight years old and having to build a new life for himself, start over, and Emery Saunders was the one thing he wanted in his life more than anything.
She was his and he was hers, and he felt that deep in his fucking soul.
“No matter what happens, there is nothing in this world that could tear me away from you. God, Emery, don’t you know by now that I fucking live for you? I don’t care what that says about me. It’s how I feel.”
And when Dana Kellerman came back to Hartwell from college and set her sights on Cooper, Jack tried to make his friend see sense. However, Coop couldn’t see past Dana’s beauty or that falsely sweet smile.
As for Jack, Iris had nothing but good to say. But she’d warned me that he was the town player and only “dated” tourists. He wasn’t for me.
Dana seemed satisfied. Too satisfied. Lately, she’d been a little too concerned about who Jack had in his bed. It worried him.
I did not like how Dana Lawson stared at Jack when she’d interrupted us in my store a few weeks ago. She’d looked at him with the possessiveness of a girlfriend, and that made me uneasy, considering she was his best friend’s wife.
That jealousy only grew as Jack handed Joey back to Cooper and slipped his arms around a woman I hadn’t even noticed. I didn’t recognize her. She was a tourist, a tall brunette with enormous boobs and a tiny waist. So that was his type.
Stephen Hawking once said the quietest people had the loudest minds. Jack suspected that of Emery. He suspected there was lots of fantastic stuff to discover about her.
Jack Devlin hadn’t shown up to take me on that date he’d promised. I’d sat on my porch swing overlooking the water, waiting. And waiting.
One Friday, a month after my talk with Iris, the news was all over town. Cooper Lawson had caught Jack and Dana having sex on his couch. I couldn’t process how the man who’d come to me for advice could then cheat on his best friend with his wife!
Some nights he closed his eyes and all he could see was the look on Cooper’s face when he walked into the house and caught Jack thrusting into Dana. He hadn’t even wanted her. But he’d taken what she offered and poured all his frustrations into hate sex.
He’d stood her up and then weeks later screwed his best friend’s wife. Jack turned to watch Emery walk away.
Jack’s gut twisted. He hadn’t spoken to her in two years. Two fucking years. But he’d kept an eye on her, and he did not like what he saw.
He’d hit him when he’d caught him with Dana. But it had been one punch. Not enough.
And I realized that for the longest time, I’d allowed myself to stay frozen in one place because I hadn’t quite let go of hope. Hope that one day Jack Devlin would reveal himself to me.
He was the one man I’d decided to trust in almost a decade, and once again, I’d chosen the wrong man. I knew that for a fact now. Jack was sleeping with Vanessa Hartwell. He was using her as part of his father’s manipulations to get his grasping paws on shares of Bailey’s inn.
Images of him with Vanessa at this very hotel filled my head and chilled my bones. Vaughn had caught them.
“Were you sleeping with her when you kissed me?” I had to ask. I had to know. He didn’t look at me. “Does it matter?”
Not only did Em hate him for sleeping with Vanessa, now she thought all their interactions over the years were just him fucking around with her.
Jack. Waiting at a burger stand with a petite brunette. I was hit with a wave of déjà vu. And sadness. And frustration.
Since the humiliating morning I’d offered myself to him on a platter and he’d refused, Jack had done as I’d asked and stayed far away.
I understand why you did and said the things you did. But I was left humiliated and rejected. Again. And it was clearly easy for you to forget me, as noted by the plethora of women you’ve been with throughout all this. “I don’t trust you with my heart. I’m sorry.”
You devastated my life. You think I cared in the end that she cheated on me? No. I cared that she cheated on me with you. That you betrayed me. And now I find out it was all to push me away, protect me? I don’t know if I get that. I don’t know if I ever will.”
Instead, I’d gotten knocked up by Jack Devlin. And I kind of hated him. I sobbed harder. Jessica tightened her hold on me. “Oh, Em, sweetie.” She choked up. “Talk to me. You have me so worried.”
Jack had left Hartwell. He’d left me. Without a word. Without a goodbye.
“Don’t make me stand by and watch you flirt with someone else.” I jerked my head away and glowered. “Why? You’ve done it to me for nine years.”
“But you kept hurting me, Jack, whether you meant it or not. The other women. Pushing me away. Vanessa. Abandoning me after we made love, hours after your father held me at gunpoint.”
“You’re supposed to hate me. It’s for the best. But I hate that you hate me.”