Grace Warren's life is safe and predictable—exactly the way she likes it. But when she gets roped into going to an auction to help out a friend, everything changes. She meets Seth Tuttle—a guy who unexpectedly kisses her then disappears, leaving her flustered and upset. If she never sees him again, it will be too soon.
A chance for love . . .
Weeks later, when Seth limps into Grace's rehab clinic post surgery, she immediately recognizes him. Unfortunately, he's every bit as frustrating and annoying as she remembered. Yet there's something about him that makes her second-guess her carefully placed boundaries even though he's everything she's sure she doesn't want in a man. But maybe Seth is exactly what Grace has needed all along—assuming she's willing to risk safe and predictable for a chance at love.
EXCERPT
Grace returned her attention to the clipboard.
“I’d like you to keep using the crutches for a few more days—at least until you
can walk without much pain. Otherwise you’ll create a limp pattern, which we
don’t want.”
It was on the tip of Seth’s tongue to say
something about how limps were cool or something like that. But he swallowed the
words, mostly because being cheeky wasn’t getting him anywhere with Grace.
Instead, he let his head flop down and obediently raised his leg like she’d
asked—or attempted to raise it anyway. So crazy how something Seth could
have done easily only a week before now felt like he had twenty pounds strapped
to his foot.
Grace looked down at him, her lips pulling up
into an almost smile. “Wow, I’m impressed,” she said.
“About what?” The few inches he’d been able to
raise his leg didn’t look at all impressive to him.
She shrugged. “I expected a sarcastic remark
about how limps are cool or that women find them sexy or something like
that.”
As immature as it made Seth sound, he liked
that she knew him so well already. It felt like an accomplishment, as though
he’d finally made some headway with Grace. He cocked his head to return her
gaze. “Do you think limps are sexy?”
The hint of a smile disappeared.
“No.”
“Then I’ll keep using the crutches.”
At her look of annoyed surprise, Seth returned
his attention to the ceiling, holding back a self-satisfied grin. Let her stew
on that for a while.
Twenty minutes later, Seth gratefully tucked
the crutches under his arms, resting his weight on them in an attempt to ease
the throbbing in his leg. It felt as though someone had taken a mallet to his
knee then kicked it for good measure.
Maybe Seth shouldn’t have attempted to flirt
quite so much.
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