Trusting the words a man says to me is never going to happen again. Would I like to live in blissful ignorance? Absolutely. But my eyes have been opened and I’m not falling for it again.
I want to believe Gavin is different. Maybe it’s the holiday season that has me believing again, or maybe it’s him. He told me he’s not staying after he gets the inn ready to sell. He has a life, and it’s not in my small town.
But I fall for his act. I accept his invite to spend the holidays with his aunt and sister and her kids. I don’t say anything when he tells them all that we’re dating. I don’t stop him when he kisses me.
And when he drives me home, I invite him in and pray he never stops.
I should know better than to trust a man, but he’s so good at convincing me that he’s different that I almost let myself fall for him.
Never mind. I fell. I just hope he can catch me.
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Excerpt from His Curvy Gift
“Is it always like this?” he asked as I swept the glass up.
I nodded. “On Thanksgiving? Yep. People need an escape from their families.”
“Is that why you’re here? To escape your family?”
I shook my head. “I’m here because it’s my job.”
“So you’re the only person in here who isn’t trying to hide from your family?”
I looked him over and tried to place him. He made it sound like he was one of us. Like he was a part of MacKellar Cove. But if he had been there before, I would have remembered him. He was the kind of guy who was hard to ignore, and would be hard to forget. The guy who made your feminine parts stand up and take notice. The guy who made you forget all the promises you made to yourself about not getting involved with someone again.
A tourist was easy. They were temporary. They were gone after a few days. Locals came back over and over again. They were always around. And some of them wanted a connection. A relationship. I wasn’t equipped for that. Not anymore.
Which was why O’Kelley’s was the perfect job for me. I didn’t have to think twice about going home with someone because I knew I’d see them again. But this guy…I couldn’t figure him out.
“Except you,” I finally said. “What are you doing here?”
“Hiding from my family. Too much family time makes me twitchy. I needed to get away.”
“Where is your family? You’re not from here.”
He shook his head. “No, I’m not. But my aunt lives here. I’m staying with her for a few months. I’m Gavin, by the way. Gavin Holbrook.”
“Like Gina Holbrook? MacKellar Cove Inn?”
He nodded. “This whole small town thing is gonna take some getting used to.”
“Well, I guess welcome to MacKellar Cove.”
He grinned. “I think I’m going to really like it here.”