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The Montgomery Ink Series from NYT Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan continues with the brother who keeps his secret and the one woman he shouldn’t want.
Everly Law married the love of her life and on the eve of giving birth to their twins, lost him in a tragic accident. Now she’s a single mother working overtime at her bookstore trying to make sure her boys have the life they deserve. Her life is busy enough without her adding dating a Montgomery. As past secrets come to light, she’ll need Storm more than ever—even if she doesn’t realize it.
Storm Montgomery has spent his life atoning for sins that only few know he’s committed. When he lost his best friend, he promised his widow that he’d always be there for her—even when she wanted nothing to do with him. But when a single touch ignites passions they’ve both buried deep inside, he’ll have to remember exactly who is in his arms and that taking chances might be far more dangerous than they bargained for.
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Instead of heading home like he probably should, Storm went
to Everly’s kitchen and got out a couple of mugs and packets for hot cocoa she
kept around for the boys. This late, he knew Everly liked chocolate with extra
marshmallows rather than coffee, and he wanted to get something warm in her
before he left.
By the time she came into the kitchen, he had two steaming
mugs of hot cocoa on the counter and a can of tomato soup on the stove. It sounded
like a gross combination, but it was the only soup he could find that didn’t
have pasta shapes.
“You didn’t have to do all of this,” Everly said, her arms
wrapped around her middle.
“I know, but I wanted to.” He didn’t know what else to say,
so he handed her a mug.
“Thank you.” She took the hot cocoa from him and wrapped her
hands around the warm ceramic. “I don’t think I’m fully processing yet.”
“You don’t have to process yet. You need to get warm and get
some sleep. You can deal with things and figure out what you need to do
tomorrow.” He let out a breath. “I’m just so fucking sorry, Ev.”
She met his gaze, her eyes filling with tears. “I hate to
cry. I hate it. And yet all I seem to
be doing lately is crying.”
Storm cursed and set down his mug then pulled hers from her
hands. He cupped her face, and she stiffened. “Your store just burned to the
ground, and it looks like arson. Cry, Everly. That’s okay. You’re allowed to.”
She pressed her lips together, a single tear falling down
her cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb, and her eyes widened. When she
took a step back, he knew it was for the best.
Before he could say anything else, she frowned and picked up
her purse from where she’d set it on the kitchen table. “There was a note.”
He froze. “A note?”
She pulled a piece of crumpled paper out of her bag. “I
don’t know if I picked up the envelope since I just threw things in my bag as I
ran out, but I got this letter today. It was addressed to Jackson, so it’s not
connected to this I don’t think, but it’s still weird.”
She handed it over to Storm, and he frowned.
I’m still waiting.
“Huh. We should show this to the cops just in case.”
Everly blew out a breath. “I have no idea what I’m going to
do.”
He set the note down on the table and pulled her close. “You
don’t have to know yet. But I’m not letting you do it alone.” He’d promised
himself he’d always be there for her, and yet he hadn’t been enough. He still
wasn’t enough.
She wrapped her arms around his middle, and he slid his hand
up and down her back, calming himself as much as her. When they pulled away
from each other a few moments later, their faces were only a few short breaths
apart.
Almost as if he were someone else, as if he didn’t know the
consequences, he lowered his head, brushing his mouth along hers. She froze for
the barest moment before pressing her lips against his, the pressure a sweet
agony he couldn’t comprehend until it was too late.
When his tongue slid along the seam of her lips, she opened
for him, their breaths mingling, their bodies pressed tightly together. He
almost deepened the kiss until he realized what the fuck he was doing and
pulled away, his body shaking.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, Ev. I’m so fucking sorry.”
She blinked up at him, confusion clear on her face.
He didn’t let her speak, didn’t let him say another thing.
Instead, he brushed past her, trying to get himself under control and fled from
her house.
He’d kissed his best friend’s wife.
His dead best
friend’s wife.
There wasn’t a level in hell good enough for him. He’d burn,
and he’d deserve it. And yet… and yet he knew he’d never forget the softness of
her lips, the taste of her tongue.
Yeah, he would burn.
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