Scarlett Hannigan is really good at running away. She’s had quite a bit of practice. This last time, however, she ended up on the arms Tony Volta, and she was pretty sure he was THE ONE… until he wasn’t.
Tony had finally found the right woman. One he wanted to share his life with. But then, one day, he’d come home and found her gone. She’d disappeared, just like she did when she left her family. Only Tony wasn’t willing to sit around and wait for her to return. Instead, he did what any reasonable, smart man who is desperately in love would do. He went to the one place where he knew that he'd eventually find her.
When the day of reckoning arrives, Scarlett must face not only her family, but the man she loves all at the same time.
Her family might forgive her. But can Tony?
At the very least, he deserves an explanation, and she needs to get back her belongings. The most important being her heart.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary5 ratings on Amazon - 4.4 average
3 ratings on Goodreads - 4.33 average
Oh, shit! Who are they?
I slowly sit up and brace my weight on my elbow so I can get a better look, and maybe not feel so vulnerable because two guys are standing in the living room staring down at me.
One has short dark hair and is leaning on a crutch. His knee is bent like he can’t put weight on his foot. He looks to be only a few years younger than me, but sometimes it’s hard to tell. He’s lean, but muscular, and dog tags hang over his blue t-shirt.
The other guy is bigger, with sandy hair, arms crossed over his chest and feet planted. His stance reminds me of a bouncer, but I know that can’t be his profession since he’s either in high school, or just got out.
I estimate that crutch guy to be about five eleven and the future bouncer to be about six three. Not very comforting since I’m barely pushing five four and that’s only when my red hair is frizzed out from humidity. That, and I’m lying on a couch, and vulnerable.
One thing I’ve always done is study people. The skill came in real handy in my job because I’m not always working in the safest of places. Correction, it used to be my job. I can usually size up people quickly based on demeanor, stance, set of mouth and emotion in the eyes. I’ve only been wrong a couple of times and almost ended up in some not so pleasant situations. With these two, my gut isn’t sure what to make of them. The only thing clear is that I’m the intruder here. I know this house, but I don’t live here and last time I was in this room, those guys didn’t live here either.
I have no clue who they are and I’m pretty sure they’re wondering who the hell I am.
This isn’t home anymore, and these aren’t my guys.
Where is my family...if I can even call them my family anymore?
