I picked up my phone and scrolled down to Tracy’s name. He wasn’t even related to us, but she’d always thought of him as her grandson. I’d always known she cared deeply about him, but there was no way I could have predicted the extent of her generosity. Whether we liked it or not, though, the beach house in Newport was ours now. Well, it was probably more like there wasn’t a chance in hell that Justin Banks was going to agree to share a house with me. Living with Justin Banks was not an option, even if just for the summer. I was never supposed to face him again, let alone own a house with him. Now, he was all I could think about.įlashes of him invaded my mind: his dark blond hair, his laughter, the strum of his guitar, the deep sadness and disappointment in his gorgeous eyes the last time I saw him nine years ago. All these years, I’d tried so hard not to think about him. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.Īllusion Graphics, LLC/Publishing & Book FormattingĪ car nearly hit me as I practically floated across the street in a daze after leaving the attorney’s office. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced nor used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for use of brief quotations in a book review.
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