He ticks every one of her “never again” boxes…
Jo Weaver loves her job as a boat mechanic for her family’s marina in River’s Edge, Indiana. But when she’s pulled away from her high school reunion with her sisters to fix a stranded yacht, she can’t restrain her irritation. Jo doesn’t like wealthy men who think they can have whatever they want, and she has no intention of falling for rich and charming again.
Born into the international Briggs Hotels empire, Alex Briggs has never felt comfortable with his life of privilege. Abandoning his family’s business to pursue medical research, he’s far more at home in his lab. When the yacht he restored himself breaks down on the way to an important conference, Alex begrudgingly goes in search of a boat mechanic and falls, literally, into Jo Weaver’s arms. The fireworks he feels are impossible to ignore.
Jo does her best to keep Alex in the business zone, but he keeps slipping into something more. Can she trust her fragile heart, especially when Alex and his life-altering research are so far from River’s Edge?
Her brow furrowed and her lips tightened as she gazed up at him, and although he worried that he’d taken it a step too far, that she’d turn and run, she didn’t. Instead, she put her hands on his chest, rose on tiptoe, and kissed him full on the lips.
Too startled to even move for a moment, Alex dropped Boris’s leash and closed his eyes. Everything else—the river, the view, the milling walkers, even Boris—became background noise to the sensations rushing through him at the soft touch of her lips on his.
And oh, Ari, is it ever
But then she broke away, stared deep into his eyes for a moment, and, suddenly, spun away from him and fled down the River Walk.
“What the hell—” He blinked. “Wait! Where are you going?”
She stopped in her tracks, then slowly walked back to where he stood, a panting Boris flopped down next to him.
“You kissed me!” He was too shocked to say much else.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she tapped her foot—it was a small foot, just like the rest of her—on the concrete and gazed at him. “I can’t believe you called me a snob.” The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she said slowly, “I am incredibly confused right now because I’m so damned attracted to you, I can’t even think straight when I’m around you. I kissed you to know if it was purely physical.”
His head was spinning, but his heart was singing. “ is it?” He grinned. “Because I’ll take that. It’s a start.”
She sighed. “I don’t know. You drive me crazy, Alex Briggs, and my sisters would tell you I don’t have all that far to go to get to completely crazy.”
She hadn’t moved away from him. They were still close enough that all he had to do was lean He did and touched his mouth to hers in a gentle exploratory kiss that sent that same shiver skating down his spine again. She unfolded her arms and snaked them around his neck, sliding her fingers into the hair at his nape. Lightly, he set his hands on her waist and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. She let him in, her tongue tracing the seam of his lips—
A bark and a scuffle of leather and steel chain on concrete pulled them apart as Boris took off down the River Walk, barking like crazy at a woman with a pair of tiny dogs on leashes.
“Oh, dammit! Boris! Get back here!” Alex released the delectable woman in his arms and hurried after the dog, pausing just long enough to glance over his shoulder to see Jo on the overlook doubled over with laughter.
Nan Reinhardt is a USA Today bestselling author of sweet, small-town romantic fiction for Tule Publishing. Her day job is working as a freelance copyeditor and however, writing is Nan’s first and most enduring passion. She can’t remember a time in her life when she wasn’t writing—she wrote her first romance novel at the age of ten and is still writing, but now from the viewpoint of a wiser, slightly rumpled, woman in her prime. Nan lives in the Midwest with her husband of 50 years, where they split their time between a house in the city and a cottage on a lake.
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