Great read for others but not my cuppa. A bit overly descriptive for my taste as far as details (all the different beers, always in a pint glass) sights (layout of each building/home) smells , sounds, etc. I liked the characters and story so I think fans of that style will really enjoy it. Blurb is a bit misleading too. He is a volunteer firefighter but main job is as a CFO and he is TOTALLY weighed down with baggage.
“I have to go. I forgot I’d promised someone else I’d help them today.” She wiped her mouth again and smiled at him. “See what happens when you try to do too much good?”
“Heh, right. I’ll endeavor to embrace my inner bad boy more often.” Heat swirled in Chloe’s belly. She could think of exactly how she’d like to meet that bad boy. And the sultry way he was looking at her certainly didn’t help.
“Tell you what, you lay off everybody for wanting to go out and find themselves, and I won’t tell them what a lame-ass you’re being about your house. And yeah, it’s the same thing. Don’t knock other people’s neuroses when you’ve got plenty of your own.
“I don’t want your pity.” Frustration over how the evening was going boiled over.
“You think that’s what I’m feeling toward you?” Her gaze locked with his.
“I don’t know.”
“Let me show you then.” He drew her against his chest and lowered his lips to hers in a searing kiss, suddenly overwhelmed with the need to touch and taste her and prove she wasn’t some charity case. Not to him.
Screw that, what was wrong with a little lovemaking among the Christmas trees? Aside from the near-freezing temperature and total lack of privacy.
“You are running away.” His brilliant blue eyes didn’t leave hers. At least he had the courage to look her in the face.
“It’s for the best.”
Frustration overtook her empathy. “We have something here, Derek. Or am I the only person who had an incredible time the other night? Not to mention today and every other time we’ve spent together. You make me laugh and feel things I’ve never felt before. How can you leaving possibly be for the best?”
“Maybe I did run away. But I was running to something. I had hope for this life I was choosing for myself. Why would you take this job in San Francisco? You’re happy here, and that’s the difference. I wasn’t remotely happy in Pittsburgh. I’m happier now than I’ve ever been.” She stepped closer, close enough to reach out and touch his face. “Please don’t go.”
His expression cracked—just a little—when his brow twitched. She thought she might’ve won . . . “I’ll think about it.”
“Looks like you royally screwed things up with Chloe.” She’d told them? Derek couldn’t blame her.
“Probably.”
Rob rested his hip against the counter. “She came over for dinner last night—and don’t get mad at her, she didn’t say a word. However, when your girlfriend comes over and you don’t, it says a lot. She is your girlfriend, isn’t she?”
“Probably not.” Because of his own stupidity.
“What the hell kind of answer is that?” Now Rob did look pissed. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Look, I’ve never said anything about the other girls you were foolish enough to let go, but this one is special. She could very well be The One, and you’re getting in your own damned way. Knock it off.”
“Thanks, but I don’t remember asking for any advice.”
“Too bad.” “I’ve tried to be a father figure and dishing out advice, especially when it’s unwanted, is a father’s job. But, I realize I’m not your father. You had a father—do you even remember that?”
Rob’s hand clasped his shoulder. Derek wanted to hug him, but he couldn’t. Everything felt too raw, too damned exposed. He settled for giving him a slight nod. “Call me if you need anything. Anything.” He dropped his hand and pivoted to go. “You’ll get through this. With Chloe if you’ll let her. She’s a great girl.
I hope you still write poems. Yes, I knew you wrote them, even in high school. I don’t know why you hid them. They’re a gift that should be shared. Which is why I’m giving you this poem that your father wrote. I don’t know if you remember it from when you were little. He used to recite it to you when you were very small. It never fails to make me smile because it beautifully captures the two men I’ve loved most in this world. Know that we are looking down on you with pride and love. Be happy, Derek. Be loved. Mom
I didn’t make things easy when I first moved here. I was pretty pissy. Hated school. Hated this tiny, lame town.” He looked around the room, distaste creasing his features. “Hated this house.” “It was so quiet. Dad was loud, funny. Always talking, reading, doing. He was the light and core of our family and when he died, I think it—our family—died with him.”
“You’re beyond amazing. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.”
She pulled back and smiled at him, dashing her hand over her eyes. “You didn’t do anything special except make me fall in love with you.”
“Oh, Chloe,�� his voice broke. “I love you, too.”
“Chloe, you’ve changed my life in more ways than I ever could have hoped. You’ve given me friendship, support, love, and most of all—a home. I’ve never felt that so completely before, not even here, but with you, I feel that anything is possible. That everything is possible. Will you be my wife?”