Carly:
I had eight solid goals to get over Dr. Marcus Vaughn—the super-smart, ridiculously handsome surgeon I've been crushing on. And why would I want that?
I don’t, but he has a strict no-dating coworkers policy.
My lack of luck in love gets worse. He hijacks my list for his own, follows me to Vegas, and a prank by our coworkers involving too much alcohol turns into a marriage. Oops!
For a split second, I wonder if this is the chance I’ve been waiting for. Unfortunately, Marcus is determined to end the marriage and set us back in the friend zone.
Is it running away if I spend the next month at home in Sugar Creek, nursing my wounds? Of course not. I consider it a reset—with eight new goals.
Mr. Perfect and all his maddening, selfless, always putting others first ways isn't supposed to follow me.
This sweet, workplace, forbidden love, friends-to-lovers romance is a self-contained/stand-alone story in the Seasons of Sugar Creek: The Fletcher Family Series with no cliffhangers, no love triangles or cheating, and only kisses on the page. You do not need to have read the previous books in the series to enjoy this story. However, the suggested reading order is below.
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See, I’m off track again. Goals. I’m setting goals to change my daily life, so I have more time to meet someone special. The steps to making changes are to set specific, measurable, achievable, relevant, and time-bound goals. Well, I know I want to be the new me by spring.
“Goals for spring blooming?” I murmur with a smile.
“Blooming?”
That deep, velvety voice I’ve grown to love washes over me. Dr. Marcus Vaughn pulls out the chair next to mine and takes a seat. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help but lean closer and inhale his wonderful scent. Don’t worry, I’m discreet. I’ve had months to refine how I get my Marcus fix. You see, it’s a lean-in, smile while inhaling nice and long, and exhale while saying hello. It sounds silly, but if you’d ever stood close enough to catch the whiff of his deliciously crisp, clean notes with the hint of something warmer underneath, you’d perfect the sneaky-sniffing routine, too. He has this understated blend of cedarwood and citrus mixed with the ever-present overtones of the soap used at Boston Mercy.
My heart rate has increased, and he’s only said one word while bathing me in his pheromones. Maybe my goals need to include some way to lose these feelings for my coworker. He’s clearly stated he will never date anyone at this hospital because the fallout can damage the work environment. Besides, he doesn’t share his personal life with anyone. We’re better friends than most people, and he doesn’t tell me much, even after a year of talking almost every day.
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Virginia Leo
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