From NYT bestselling author Carrie Ann Ryan,
comes a brand new series where second chances don’t come often,
and overcoming an unexpected loss means breaking everything you knew.
I helped clean up the pool area and went back to the front of the bar, making sure everything was cleaned up. We were the last ones in the place, and Beckham just shook his head as he shooed everyone out.
“I got it, boss. You never get drunk or actually have fun these days. You’re allowed to do it now. Nobody else really saw you like that, only me.”
I nodded, holding out my hand for the other man. “Thanks, Beck. No one really needs to see us like this.”
Beckham shook my hand and gave me a tight nod. “Well, sometimes, you just need a day where you can breathe. I know today must’ve been hard for the girls, and you guys. I didn’t know Allison, but I can see from the way you guys are grieving for her that she must’ve been a good person.”
I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “She was one of the best.” I hadn’t been here to know who she had become these past years, but it still didn’t make any sense that the smiling girl that I had known wasn’t here anymore.
But that was the thing with death, nothing made sense.
Beckham got cars for everybody, and somehow, Violet ended up in mine. I didn’t really know how that had happened, but Beckham had a way about him. Either he was an idiot, or he was trying to get on my good side. Not that I actually knew if this would be good. For all I knew, this would mess everything up even more.
“Why am I at your house?” Violet asked as we got out of the ride share’s car. I did my best to focus on giving the man a tip before helping Violet into the house. “I think Beckham’s weird.”
“Or you and Beckham have serious plans that did not involve telling me about them.” She raised her chin and sauntered into my living room.
I did my best to keep my gaze off her ass, but it was very hard when she was wearing tight leggings that just seemed to mold to her butt. I really, really liked her curves, had liked them before, and I liked them even more now.
I looked around my living room, hoping I had cleaned it up at least a little bit, and then looked down at Dillon’s shoes in the entryway. Shit. I had forgotten. I forgot that I wasn’t alone in this house.
“Uh, we need to be quiet, Dillon’s here.”
She rolled her eyes and glared. “What do we have to be quiet about? Am I here for nefarious purposes?”
I snorted. And then I went up to Violet and framed her face with my hands. “We’re too drunk. Way too drunk.”
“Of course, we are. I think being drunk’s the only way I can actually think.”
And because I knew it was a mistake, I let it happen anyway. I lowered my head and brushed my lips across hers, just a caress, for just a moment.
I had missed this. Missed this more than anything.
And when she didn’t move away, I kissed her again.
This is what I’d been missing. Violet.
It’d always been her.
And I knew there was no way that she would let me continue doing this. Knew that there was no way that this was the right decision.
So I kissed her.
Because I had to.
Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Talon Pack, and Gallagher Brothers series, which have sold over 2.0 million books worldwide. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over fifty novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not writing about bearded tattooed men or alpha wolves that need to find their mates, she’s reading as much as she can and exploring the world of baking and gourmet cooking.
Website | Newsletter | Twitter | Instagram | Goodreads | Facebook | Pinterest | Tumblr