“Only God can help them now.” Kacey sighed.
All four of them stared at Jace and Beth as Grandma bought them first class tickets to paradise. Well, it would soon turn into hell, as most of Grandma’s plans involved pain, humiliation, manipulation… On second thought, Jake grinned.
“Why are you smiling?”
He shrugged. “I imagine this feeling is what Travis had when he watched Grandma pull the little strings of our lives together.”
Travis laughed. “You mean smug beyond belief?”
“Yeah, that.”
“Still feeling it,” Travis admitted. “Good to know she’s moved on to her next victims.”
Travis and Kacey walked off toward security, leaving Jake and Char alone.
“Do you think of us as a train wreck?”
“Nah.” Jake winked. “I think or at least I’d like to think I’m not stupid enough to ignore you forever. Sooner or later, we would have ended up together. With or without Grandma.”
Just then Grandma walked by and snorted. “Shmuck.”
“Or not.” Jake laughed.
“I love you.” Char reached up and kissed his lips. He’d never tire of her, ever. Maybe his Grandma knew him better than he knew himself. After all, it had taken a hell of a lot of plotting for him to pull his head out of his ass, and he knew, sooner or later, he’d have to thank Grandma all over again for her manipulative ways.
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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
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Chapter One
Present Day
Kacey searched his eyes for any hint of amusement. He couldn’t be serious, not Jake. Jake never took anything seriously. She quickly raised her hand to feel his forehead and inwardly shuddered. Why God had blessed such an arrogant man with the face of a movie star was seriously beyond her realm of understanding.
But there he was, a regular Adonis, staring back at her as if his eyes didn’t make mortal women uncomfortable.
“Are you drunk?” she whispered, leaning in closer, all the while cursing the expensive aftershave floating off him.
Jake slapped her hand away. “No, I’m not drunk. Geez, Kacey, you’re acting like I’m propositioning you for sex or something.”
“That’s the example you come up with? Sex? Really? Because to be honest, Jake, this is so much worse!” Her hands shook as she tried to level her breathing to a normal pace. At this rate she was going to have a full-on panic attack.
“How is this worse?” His voice rose a few octaves as other patrons of the coffee shop looked in their direction.
Kacey leaned back against the leather chair and groaned.
“I’m dead serious, Kacey. It’s the only way to convince them.” Jake leaned forward, his bronzed muscular forearms flexing against his rolled up sleeves as he rested his hands across the table.
“You do realize your parents have known me since I was three? Furthermore, I’m convinced that your mother would be able to see right through us. And don’t even get me started on that grandmother of yours.”
Jake’s stone face cracked into a smile.
“Don’t laugh! I’m serious, Jake! The woman should have worked for the FBI.”
“It’s her eyes.” Jake shrugged. “They always get me.” He shuddered. “But you’re getting off-topic, Kacey. I’m desperate.”
“Oh, wow. Well, when you put it that way, how could I turn you down? You’re desperate! Romantic man you are not. I have no idea how you managed to become the city’s most eligible bachelor, and at twenty-one. Impressive.” She shook her head in disbelief.
“Really, you don’t know?” He leaned forward, his biceps tightening beneath his grey button-up shirt, ready to burst through at any minute. His clean-shaven face held a hint of a five o’clock shadow, and his dark hair fell in waves across his forehead. Clear hazel eyes gazed back at her, and she couldn’t find the strength to look away from his lips as his tongue ran across them.