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Thanksgiving has never been so romantic.
Halloween party that goes sideways? Sure! But wait until you get to their Thanksgiving dinner.
Natalie
Just when Steve and I have found our happy place, my douchebag ex-fiance decides to make a comeback tour. Problem is, he wants me to be the headliner.
Delusional much?
Now, if only I could get over how much he terrifies me!
Steve
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep Nat happy. And safe. If it means taking on her abusive ex, so bring it on.
Except, she’s way stronger than she gives herself credit for.
I couldn’t be more proud of her. She just needs a little reminder.
One-click it today the fourth and last installment in this delicious new series to find out how Natalie and Steve find their happily-ever-after.
Thankful Cookie – Book #4 in the brand-new A Year in Love Series. Sexy Romantic Comedy stories that will have you curl your toes and split your side.
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Thankful Cookie by Liz Gavin
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Chapter 2 – Steve
PART 2
I couldn’t slide the keycard fast enough. My stomach started churning the moment Natalie began avoiding eye contact earlier, and it’s reached puke-inducing levels right now. My feisty girlfriend has turned into a twitching pile of nerves and that scares the living daylights out of me. Because nothing scares the living daylights out of Natalie Todeschini. Ever. Her three brothers kept her on her toes when they were growing up. I never knew her to take shit from anyone in school either. She’s a relentless competitor in the boardroom and a passionate lover in the bedroom. Whatever the hell is eating at her like that is beyond my comprehension.
Once inside the bungalow, I loosen the knot on my gray silk tie without removing it. Natalie has other plans for that article of clothing. She smooths the soft fabric against my black shirt before undoing the knot and yanking the tie, dropping it on the floor. Under other circumstances, I’d be mirroring her action and undressing her, but the glint of desperation in her green eyes keeps me frozen in place.
I don’t understand what she’s going through. I don’t know how to help her. My heart shrinks inside my chest at the thought I’m useless to her. I need to do something.
Snapping out of the sudden pity party, I wrap my fingers around her wrists after she opens the top three buttons of my black shirt. “What’s wrong, babe? This isn’t you.”
Her strained grin does nothing to assure me as her lower body rubs mine. “Since when is fucking you out of character for me?”
I release her hands and her fingers start untucking my shirt from the black dress pants, so I step back, out of her reach. I shake my head, whispering, “That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.”
She swirls, stomps through the room and the sliding doors that open onto a wide terrace. She leans against the metal railing, but I bet she’s not taking in the glimmering lights of the other bungalows reflected on the lagoon water. With a few strides, I stand to her left, draping an arm around her slouched shoulders. I spear my fingers through her short, black hair. The long, sibilant sigh that leaves her lungs connects with a primal part of me I’ve just recently found out existed. A part that wishes to inflict horrible pain on any misguided soul who hurts Natalie Todeschini.
Right now, I’m just praying that asshole isn’t me this time.
“I own you an explanation, I know.” She leans her head against my chest, tucking a hand inside my waistband. I cup her cheek. Her voice sounds muffled when she murmurs, “It’s just that I buried this bit of my past so deep in the darkest recess of my mind that now it’s so damn hard dragging it out and into the light.”
I rub my thumb along her lower lip. When it trembles, my blood simmers, but I inhale deeply and reassure her as I exhale, “I promise we’ll get through whatever this is. Together. You’re more than capable of dealing with stuff on your own, but we’re a team now. You don’t have to face anything alone anymore.”
She nods; but doesn’t utter a word.
We hold each other for a couple of beats. Or ten. But when the night breeze turns chilly, I lean in to face her. “We should go inside. If you prefer to stay out here, I’ll grab a blanket for us.”
“No need.” She shakes her head, a faint, but genuine smile curves her lips. “I’ve stalled long enough.”
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