There was a cheer from the crowd on the quay and Conner folded her into his arms. ‘I hope you know what you’re saying yes to, because you can’t back out now.’
‘I’m saying yes to everything,’ Flora said softly, and this time her words were for him alone. ‘Everything, Conner.’
‘Everything?’ His eyes held a wicked gleam. ‘In that case, I don’t know about you,’ he murmured against her mouth, ‘but I think I could do with a bit more privacy for the rest of this conversation. Your place or mine?’
* * * * *
Dare She Date the Dreamy Doc?
Sarah Morgan
CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
CHAPTER ONE
‘I CAN’T believe you’ve dragged me to the middle of nowhere. You must really hate me.’ The girl slumped against the rail of the ferry, sullen and defiant, every muscle in her slender teenage frame straining with injured martyrdom and simmering rebellion.
Jenna dragged her gaze from the misty beauty of the approaching island and focused on her daughter. ‘I don’t hate you, Lexi,’ she said quietly. ‘I love you. Very much.’
‘If you loved me, we’d still be in London.’
Guilt mingled with stress and tension until the whole indigestible mix sat like a hard ball behind her ribs. ‘I thought this was the best thing.’
‘Best for you, maybe. Not me.’
‘It’s a fresh start. A new life.’ As far away from her old life as possible. Far away from everything that reminded her of her marriage. Far away from the pitying glances of people she’d used to think were her friends.
‘I liked my old life!’
So had she. Until she’d discovered that her life had been a lie. They always said you didn’t know what was going on in someone else’s marriage—she hadn’t known what was going on in her own.
Jenna blinked rapidly, holding herself together through will-power alone, frightened by how bad she felt. Not for the first time, she wondered whether eventually she was going to crack. People said that time healed, but how much time? Five years? Ten years? Certainly not a year. She didn’t feel any better now than she had when it had first happened. She was starting to wonder whether some things just didn’t heal—whether she’d have to put on the ‘everything is OK’ act for the rest of her life.
She must have been doing a reasonably good job of convincing everyone she was all right because Lexi was glaring at her, apparently oblivious to her mother’s own personal struggle. ‘You had a perfectly good job in London. We could have sta
yed there.’
‘London is expensive.’
‘So? Make Dad pay maintenance or something. He’s the one who walked out.’