“Luke’s unwavering loyalty to Lexi and her family gives this sweet romance unexpected integrity ...Readers looking for a tender romance that leans more toward the emotional than the physical will find this very satisfying." ~ Publishers Weekly/Booklife review on Country Gold
"Heatherly Bell writes romance that will capture your heart." ~ Marina Adair, New York Times bestselling author
"What a thoroughly delightful story. I adored it." ~ Lori Wilde, New York Times bestselling author on Lucky Cowboy
Time to rewrite their story?
Then with little warning other than the sudden shine in his eyes, he hauled her by the neck to him and kissed her, square on the lips. It was a deep and long kiss that didn’t seem to have a beginning. Nor did it have an end. He pulled her tight and they were hip to hip, belly to belly. Even through the shock of the totally unexpected, she kissed him back. She sunk her fingers into his hair and kissed him with everything she had in her. With every last inch of longing wrapped up in her, saved over the years and packed away where the raw intensity of the emotion couldn’t destroy her.
She fisted his shirt. She ran her hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles tense and bunch.
It was over just as quickly and then they were both panting, staring at each other.
“I’m sorry.” Noah took a step back, leaving a healthy distance between them. “Yeah, I shouldn’t have done that. That’s wrong.”
Wrong?
“It’s okay,” she stammered because she didn’t know what else to say in the moment.
Yes, it was wonderful, please kiss me again, because I think maybe I’ve always loved you?
“It’s just…that was wrong of me. I don’t feel that way about you.”
Oh, God. There went her heart, pierced and sliced into tiny bits.
I don’t feel that way about you.
No, he was right. This was wrong. And if he had regrets then damn it, so did she.
“Me, neither. I don’t feel that way about you.”
“I know.”
The certainty in his voice broke her heart a little. How could he be so sure she wasn’t straight out lying, trying to save her pride?
She chewed on her lower lip. “So, let’s just forget it. Pretend the kiss never happened.”
“But…we’re okay?”
Worry and regret filled those dark puppy dog eyes. Not long ago, she would have understood. But now she knew what it was like to be kissed by Noah and her heart shattered to think it would never happen again.
“We’re okay. You’re probably right, huh? Bad idea.”
“Yeah, I just don’t want to…you know…” He ran a hand through his hair, looking desperately vulnerable, like a man searching for a lifeline.
And what kind of friend would she be not to throw one to him?
“It was just, well, okay, maybe we’re both lonely. And it’s after midnight. I…got um, confused.” She had no idea what she was saying but it sounded good, and he seemed to be receptive.
“Yeah, so did I.”
“And I’ve got a date tomorrow night so that could be awkward.”
Now she’d lied to her best friend, but she’d also kissed him within an inch of his life, so either way she was in brand new territory here.
He quirked a brow. “You have a date? Who is he?”
“Some guy.”
“Some guy? Does ‘some guy’ have a name?”
“Of course he has a name, Noah. He’s some guy I just met.” She crossed her arms. “Weren’t you leaving?”
He scowled. “Yeah. I have an early day tomorrow.”
“Bye.” She closed the door before he could say another word.
Now she was going to have to find herself a date.
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