A Little Secret About Love
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“I don’t have a wife.” He smirked, and I suddenly felt like I was sixteen again.
“Well, your decorator then.”
He shook his head. “Don’t have one of those either, but I do have wood that I’d love to drop off, so I can get out of your hair. It seems like you’ve got a busy night ahead.” He glanced at the kitchen counter with the spilled chip bag and half-empty wine bottle.
“Oh, sorry. Yeah. Totally.” I stepped aside, and he walked over to the fireplace and knelt down to organize the split wood into the cubbyhole.
There was no doubt about it.
He was no longer the teenager I’d seen last. He’d grown into a full-blown man, at least four inches taller, totally built, with broad shoulders and muscular legs that shouldn’t be noticed in the least, but it was his fault for wearing such snug jeans.
He stood and spun around before I had time to remove my gaze so I pretended to adjust my ponytail.
“Well, it’s nice of you to take care of your guests considering your apparent stubbornness and total disregard of hardworking weathermen everywhere.”
His eyes fell to my flip-flops before he brought his gaze back to mine.
“You’re my only guest.” The corner of Kyle’s mouth turned up slightly. “Hildie convinced me to open one of my cabins early for you. I generally wait until May to open the doors for obvious reasons.” A collision of emotion thrashed behind Kyle’s gaze. “And I think we both have plenty of reasons to think twice before believing weather reports. Don’t you, Brooke?”
The way he said my name whipped me right back to that moment.
The moment in time that forever connected us.
That being said, I’d fully moved on. I wasn’t one of those women who got stuck in a time capsule along with their first love.
Well, he wasn’t my first love, but my first crush.
I’d learned an invaluable lesson that summer. I never depended on a man to make me happy ever again. I made myself downright gleeful, and if a guy happened to be along for the ride, even better for him, but Kyle didn’t need to know all that.
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and kept my eyes on his as he took a step forward.
“Or did you forget about that night?” The deepness of his voice sent me over the edge.
It felt like all the air had been sucked right out of the room. My head began spinning and my pulse spiked.
“No, Kyle. I never forgot about that night.” I barely whispered before my world went dark.
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ISLAND COUNTY SERIES
FINDING LOVE IN FORGOTTEN COVE
LOVE REDONE IN HIDDEN HARBOR
TANLGED LOVE ON PELICAN POINT
FOREVER LOVE ON FIREWEED ISLAND
TEMPTING LOVE ON HOLLY LANE
CHANCE AT LOVE ON MYSTIC BAY
IRRESISTIBLE LOVE AT SILVER FALLS
LUCKY IN LOVE ON HOUND ISLAND
SILVER RIDGE SERIES
HAPPY TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
A LITTLE SECRET ABOUT LOVE
A FUNNY THING ABOUT LOVE
BEYOND LOVE SERIES
BEYOND CONTROL
BEYOND DOUBT
BEYOND REASON
BEYOND INTENT
BEYOND CHANCE
BEYOND PROMISE
BEYOND the MISTLETOE
LUKE FLETCHER SERIES
HIDDEN SINS
BURIED SINS
REDEMPTION
MIA
V MAFIA SERIES
BLAKE
DEVIN
JAXSON
AFTERWORLD SERIES
RecruitZ
AlibiZ
Zombie UprisingZ
THE WITCH AVENUE SERIES
LONELY SOULS
ALTERED SOULS
RELEASED SOULS
SHATTERED SOULS
THE WATCHERS TRILOGY
AWAKENING
LEGIONS
CATACLYSM
TAKEN NOVELLA (A Watchers Prequel)
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Karice received an MFA in Creative Writing from the U of W. She has written over thirty novels, and she has several exciting projects in the works (or at least she thinks they're exciting). Karice lives in the Pacific Northwest with her awesome husband and two cute English Bulldogs. She loves anything to do with snow, and she seeks out the stuff whenever she can, especially if there's a toasty fire to read by.