himself amid Seaside, New Jersey’s nightlife, has laid out the perfect plan for
success. But that plan didn’t include Layla, the hopeful bartender who walked
in for an interview. He knows, as an employee, this blonde bombshell is
off-limits but he can’t fight the undeniable force of attraction that pulls him
of the world on her shoulders. With a full course load, a boyfriend, a sister
to take care of, and an alcoholic mother, she needs to regain control of her
life. Her job at Fierce is priority number one. But a complication she didn’t
expect looms behind the eyes of Eli, her handsome new boss.
and they can no longer turn a blind eye to what their hearts are telling them.
survive when Eli can no longer promise the one thing Layla asks of him? Will
everything change? Will he stay?
flushed but she’s relaxed and it’s not a sight I get to see often. “One less
thing for me to watch over.”
out on the deck lies down, crosses her ankles and places her hands on her
down where we are head to head. Neither of us talks for what seems like
forever. It’s not an awkward silence but a comfortable one.
she starts, “I’ve always wanted a tree house.”
It’s so random.
tree house high up in the trees.” She sighs. “When I was little I used to watch
from my bedroom window while the dad from the house behind ours built the
Foster sister’s one. For two weeks he worked on it for them.” She turns on her
stomach and rests her chin on her hands. “He put it way up high, nailed pieces
of wood on the tree for steps. He brought up these big pieces of wood that he
used for the floor. Then a few days later the house was framed out. He even
made them a little porch that he put railing around. By the end of the second
weekend I saw him hoisting up a huge triangle piece that he used for the roof.
Mr. and Mrs. Foster brought the girls up so that they could see it. The looks
on their faces was priceless.”
even glassier now than they were before.
the four of them to sit in. Mrs. Foster made them little curtains for the
windows and planted little flowers in the flower boxes that hung off of the
railing of the porch.” Her smile grows. “I watched the little girls bring their
baby dolls up in a little box that they would pull up, like their dad used for
the roof. Mrs. Foster even made them a picnic basket at dinner time, too.”
as it runs down her cheek. She doesn’t even bother trying to wipe it away.
Being this close I notice the freckles sprinkled across her nose and I suddenly
want to kiss each and every one of them.
she didn’t have a dad like me or maybe she did and he just couldn’t be bothered
with her. I don’t want to ask because it’s a personal question and Layla
doesn’t give away much about her life. So for now I’ll take what she’s willing
to give me and vow that if I ever have a little girl, I will build with my own
two hands the best damn tree house ever seen.
USA TODAY bestselling author Megan Smith is a New Jersey native managing
purchasing for an award-winning business IT and software development firm – and
by night creating the memorable characters her fans have grown to adore.
Smith’s The Love Series introduces readers to MacKenzie Cahill – a hopeful
young woman who experiences adversity, challenges and the bittersweet triumph
of true, authentic love.
Smith is a wife and mother, who makes time for her family, professional life
and the creation of the Cahill’s world. Fans of The Love Series – Trying Not To
Love You, Easy To Love You, Hard To Love You – are captivated by relationships,
special bonds and family ties pervasive in Smith’s emotional, energized and
engaging work. Smith is also the author of the 2014 releases, Let Me Love You –
continuations of The Love Series, Finding Us (Finding Series) and a few top