Another new to me author. Another good book.
A story about a mayor to be, left at alter groom that seems content to be left standing and getting into a getaway car with an unknown beautiful woman. However – he isn’t looking for a quick pick me up sexapade, nope, he just wants an easy escape and he’s willing to do anything to hide that escape away from the world. He’s set his eyes on being elected to the upcoming mayor race yet he finds himself seeking normalcy from none other than Getaway Girl. Who would have thought that he’d become the most comfortable he’s ever been hiding away with her. Who would have thought he’d be attracted to her? And seriously, who would have thought that he wouldn’t admit his feelings until it could be too late?
She’s an amazing, beautiful, lost soul that has recently come back to Charleston after living in New York for the past 6 years. With all her family gone, either having passed on or run away from her, she finds herself highly attracted to the man her cousin and possible half sister left standing at the alter. She’s recently inherited her grandmothers business and is committed to making it succeed. And who would have thought that the man she rescued would help? Again, me ❤
Who has Elijah been kidding? He preferred my dusty, cluttered Christmas-themed apartment to this place? This…millionaire family man’s respite on the water?
No. No, he’s been avoiding his life. Back in his office, I had the fleeting realization that Elijah had been staying with me—in year-round Christmas—to avoid reality. And what happened with Naomi. That theory cements itself now. Hard. He’s been hiding away with me. I’ve been giving him an excuse to hide. A place to do it.
This is where he belongs. Not with me.
I’m holding him back.
My vision blurs as I close the door behind me. With the click still hanging in the air, I slump into a cross-legged position on the floor. Beneath my fingertips, the floor is smooth and rich, even through a layer of dust. This place is unfamiliar to me, yet I don’t feel like a stranger. Because it’s so Elijah, right down to the masculine class and robust ceiling beams. It’s a false sense of comfort, though, because he can’t have this place and me as a friend. It was easy to pretend in my out-of-the-way two-bedroom, but this? This is a life to be embraced.
There will be a wife and kids in this place one day. There might even be a chance for Elijah to win back Naomi. But not as long as I’m spending time with him. Causing people to whisper about us and speculate. Allowing him to avoid his future.
I’m hurting him. I have to let him go.
But not before I fix everything.