When I made the decision to move back down here, I worried maybe I wasn’t cut out for small-town life anymore. I laughed and sat down on the bed to untie my sneakers in front of the air conditioner. I demand you pack up and move back here immediately.” If you need anything at all, you just give Atticus a call. He looked me up and down with a piece of actual straw hanging out of the side of his mouth, lifted his hat, and said, “Howdy, pretty lady. When I got here on Sunday, I pulled up to the pump, and he was standing there like the welcome wagon. We went to high school together, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t recognize me. He’s a mechanic at the gas station in town.

But I definitely met a man this week who does.

You start to drawl and say things like howdy. Some people start to drool after too much liquor. I apologized and told him I only spoke English. He spoke with such a heavy accent that I initially thought he was speaking a foreign language. But I did speak to a man at the post office yesterday named Huck. I sighed and set my cell on the bed so I could get undressed while I finished my call with my best friend, Harper, on speakerphone. Sort of like the video that got me into trouble to begin with.“So, have you at least run into one of those southern gentlemen the movies always show? Like Ryan Gosling in The Notebook or Matthew McConaughey in…well, anything?” It would be completely wrong, inappropriate even.

Even if he was ridiculously gorgeous, confident, and charming. Only…it wasn’t the only thing Grant Lexington wanted to do for me.īut there was no way I was getting involved with my boss’s boss’s boss. I certainly never thought I’d suddenly become pen pals with the rich jerk.Įventually, he realized I’d been wronged and made sure I got my job back. Pissed off, I cracked open a bottle of wine and wrote my own letter to the gazillionaire CEO telling him what I thought of his company and its practices. Nine damn years I’d worked my butt off for one of the largest companies in America, and I was fired with a form letter when I returned home from a week in Aruba.Īll because of a video taken when I was on vacation with my friends–a private video made on my private time. I couldn’t believe the letter in my hands. A new, sexy standalone novel from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland.

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