Ace Sharp and Layne Elliott are from completely different walks of life.
Their hearts are guarded but for different reasons. Wounded pride rules their decisions and keeps others at a distance. Devastating betrayal haunts their thoughts, making them question if love even exists.
Broken souls who refuse to give their hearts away again.
But a chance meeting changes everything.
Complete opposites intent not to yield, determined not to feel, but incapable of stopping their destiny. Then the past resurfaces with the intent to ruin everything.
Is learning to love again worth the risk? After all, a life without love isn't a life worth living.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / ContemporaryUSA Today Bestselling Author
CHAPTER ONE
Layne
I hold my breath as I pull out yet another ovulation predictor stick. I've wanted a baby for as long as I can remember and we've been trying for longer than I care to admit. Why do women feel less than “womanly” when we have problems conceiving? It's something that should be innate and ingrained in us from birth. We're expected to meet the statistical average of having a husband, two-point-five kids, and a white picket fence that surrounds our picture-perfect lawn.
I'm actually missing all three of those.
I'm not married. My boyfriend Bobby and I have been together, on and off, for seven years…since I was twenty years old. He thinks marriage is an antiquated institution that unnecessarily puts demands on couples and sets them up for complete failure. My stance is the exact opposite of his. Marriage is a time-honored commitment that demonstrates the deep love and respect a man and woman have for each other. That piece of paper may be a government thing, but what it represents is a lifelong promise no one can take away.
I'm losing this fight, obviously.
The two and a half kids? I'd settle for one baby right now. For the past two years, I've been off all birth control while I hope and pray for a positive pregnancy test every month. Twenty-four months of begging for my period to just not show up. A few times, I've been late and so ecstatic that I rushed right out to the drugstore to get a test. Every time, it's been negative. That single dash mark on the test strip has single-handedly dashed my hopes and dreams too often.
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