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Everett Boone is in hiding. Hiding from his past and the press and the demands of a career he put on hold after tragedy struck. When a young woman with secrets of her own blows into town and rents the apartment next to his, he’ll have to face the past he was trying to escape in order to understand his feelings for her.
barely brushed her shoulders as she turned her head to talk to whoever was helping her move in. Why did she have to be so damn cute? Couldn’t have been a dude or some homely girl that moved in next me, could it? That would have been asking the universe to cut me a fucking break and that had never been the case before. Why would it start now?
as me, which is where our similarities ended. This guy had muscles in places I didn’t even know were possible, and I was an athlete. On top of those muscles he had tattoos and a look on his face that said “back the fuck off.” Or he did when he was looking at me anyway. Judging from his appearance, I guessed I wouldn’t have to worry about him recognizing me. He didn’t look like an avid golf fan. No, this guy was country, not country club. All the more reason for me to keep my distance from her. The last thing I wanted to deal with was an overprotective boyfriend.
neighbor who appeared to be concerned with the next words that were going to come out of his mouth.
him. “If she’s getting into any trouble she’ll be doing it all on her own.” Which I didn’t doubt. As sweet and naïve as she appeared, I could tell from our brief encounter that she was a spitfire. Cole didn’t need to worry about me one bit, but he moved toward me nonetheless. This guy wanted to stand toe-to-toe, I was game. It’d been a while since I felt an adrenaline rush. I used to get them all the time—teeing off on the first hole of a major, sinking a putt to seal a double birdie. This was a different kind of rush, but I’d take it. It was good to feel something other than guilt for once.
Escaping Me, a companion to Finding You
planned out. And, forget about being perfect all the time. Unfortunately, she was Whitney Vandaveer and despite the fact that she moved to the middle of
nowhere – she couldn’t.
He always knew he would never be more than nothing. No job, no money, no future. Cole Pritchett had accepted the fact that he would always be the screw
up and he was okay with it. Until he met her.
Here’s the thing they quickly found out – sometimes we all need a little help escaping who we think we are.
If I’m not reading, writing, enjoying drinks with my amazing group of girlfriends or chasing around a sarcastically funny kid, I’m probably watching television shows that were created for teenagers, while my husband teases that I’m too old to watch them.