There’s no doubt these opposites attract, but there’s no way there could be any kind of a future for a wedding planner and a divorce attorney…right?
All Sadie Rollins wants for Christmas is a break. Three years ago, she stumbled into her dream job as a wedding planner, but she’s been so bogged down with the minutiae of inn ownership that she can’t even enjoy it. She and her twin sister might have been bequeathed the Starlight Haven Inn, but the bed and breakfast didn’t come with much more than extra-long hours and piles of debt.
Cole Donovan was looking for a fresh start when he moved to Havenbrook following the worst kind of betrayal. Instead, his reputation as a cutthroat divorce attorney preceded him–and tainted his introduction to the only woman he’s had eyes for since his own divorce. Too bad she can’t stand him.
When Sadie’s cousin offers her an opportunity to have the inn featured in the country’s leading wedding magazine in exchange for a bit of modeling, she jumps at the chance for some exposure. All she has to do is wear a wedding dress and pretend to be smitten with a stranger for a couple hours. The only trouble is the fake groom is no stranger, and as much as she loathes Cole, her body hasn’t gotten the message. Neither, it seems, has his…
I love how dedicated Cole is to his love…
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Firecracker,
I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea to spend the afternoon working from the inn. I rarely, if ever, actually make any progress while I’m here with you, yet I keep coming back. Any idea as to why?
While I’m never my most productive here—I’m scrawling this note to you on my legal pad when I should be going over details on this case—I should’ve known better than to come here today of all days, after I’d watched you leave this morning wearing that.
Your dress is downright indecent—how the skirt swirls this way and that, kissing your thighs in a way that reminds me of all the times I’ve done that very thing. Every swish of fabric against your skin makes me wish for a glimpse of what you’re wearing underneath. After all, I saw you put on those scraps of red lace this morning. I also saw the glint in your eyes as you watched me watch you.
And from the sly looks you keep shooting in my direction as I’m working my way closer and closer to insanity, you know exactly what you’re doing to me. I’m certain you wore that on purpose for the sole reason of driving me out of my mind with need for you.
Well, the joke’s on you because I’m always out of my mind with need for you. I fall asleep with the feel of your lips seared into my thoughts and wake up unable to take my first deep breath until my nose is buried in your neck.
When I should be focusing on my clients, on my livelihood, instead I’m fantasizing about what I want to do with you when we get home. Which is what I’ve spent the past hour doing. Fortunately, I’ve got our next month—or twelve—booked.
Also fortunately, the guests have all scattered, so there’s no reason we need to actually wait until we get home. We can sneak off to the pantry for some one on one time. You’ll be a little mad at first and lob cutting remarks at me like it’s your job, but eventually, you’ll melt under my touch. You always do. And hopefully this note will prove how desperate I was for you and why I couldn’t wait another second, let alone hours. My actions definitely shouldn’t be held against me. Not when you’re what I’m up against.
Yours forever,
Cole
Brighton Walsh spent nearly a decade as a professional photographer before deciding to take her storytelling in a different direction and reconnect with her first love: writing. When she’s not pounding away at the keyboard, she’s probably either reading or shopping—maybe even both at once. She lives in the Midwest with her husband and two children, and, yes, she considers forty degrees to be hoodie weather. Her home is the setting for frequent dance parties, Lego battles, and more laughter than she thought possible. Visit her online at brightonwalsh.com
