selling your house that you bought on your own, and yet you need to discuss the offers with Evan? Where’s my fiercely independent friend gone?” There’s nothing in her tone that sounds nasty. Instead, she’s laughing. “You’ve come a long way.”
Don’t get me wrong. I know which offer to take. It’s a no brainer. The one with the most money and fewest strings attached. But I want to talk it over with him anyway, to see if my instincts match up with his. We’re going to be making a lot of decisions together in the future, and this seems like a good starting point.
Later that night, after I’ve signed the agreement to sell, Evan and I are lying in my bed. I love the way he traces random shapes on my belly when we’re talking.
“Will you miss this room?”
“Not really. I’ll miss the memories that are here, but I like the bed at your place better.”
“Our place.”
“Our place. Sure. But it’s really yours. You bought it. You fixed it up.”
“Doesn’t matter. It’s ours. You have all the keys. To the doors. The windows. The shed. My heart. I love you.”
Evan doesn’t say it a lot, but when he does, he says it in a way that makes me want to cry from the sincerity of it. When he tells me he loves me, I know it’s not just words to say in the moment. When he utters those words, they come with the passion and conviction of a man taking an oath or making a pledge. That’s why I know I’m making the right decision moving in with him. Even if we fight over which slot the knives should go in the utensil drawer, or insist on having two brands of dish detergent because we can’t agree on one, at the end of the day, I love him and he loves me. Oh, how he loves me.
And so what if we’re not engaged. We’re just not engaged yet. I told you when I hardly knew him that I was going to marry Evan Sharp. And I guarantee you that it will happen.
Just you wait and see.
SPECIAL PREVIEW: HEART’S EASE SERIES
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N estled along the shore of Newfoundland is Heart’s Ease. A small town big on romance. While Victoria’s Forever Geek trilogy is a sweet story where all the steamy bits stay under wraps, consider yourself warned. There’s some serious heat in Heart’s Ease. Check out this excerpt from Against Her Rules, Book 1 in the Heart’s Ease series.
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T he light on the GPS indicated he had arrived at his destination. But Campbell Scott found himself perched near the edge of a cliff with nothing around him but short, stumpy trees that looked like they’d battled to the death with the wind and were just refusing to die gracefully. This was not the best start to his week. He’d spent the better part of two hours flying above St. John’s while the pilot waited for the all-clear to land in the thickest fog Cam had ever seen. It made the fog of London seem like a fine mist.
He’d programmed the location of the bed and breakfast into his GPS and set off, only to find himself lost in a series of small communities that began with the word Heart. Heart’s Delight. Heart’s Content. Heart’s Desire. But where was Heart’s Ease? And where was the damned bed and breakfast? This was the fifth time he’d programmed in the location, and the fifth desolate location the unit had directed him to.
He’d tried calling the place to find out where in the hell it was but he had yet to find any decent cell service. He picked up his iPhone and was shocked to see one weak bar on display. It was worth a try.
The ring crackled, like he was dialing 1982, but at least it was ringing.
“Hello?”
The voice on the other end was older than he expected. “Hello. Is this the Heart’s Ease Inn?”
“Oh my. Are you Scottish?” the voice trilled.
“Aye. Have I rung the inn?”
“I’m planning a trip to Scotland. Where abouts are you from?”
“Glasgow. Excuse me but...”
“Oh, a Glaswegian, are you? I was hoping for Edinburgh. I don’t have any plans to go to Glasgow myself.
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