Three months later…
I can’t deny that Mandi is tempting as hell. The closer we get, the more I keep having to remind myself that she’s off-limits.
The fact that I stop in Sunrise Bay more than ever says I’m only asking for trouble.
Like tonight, I could’ve gone to the airport and caught a flight to New York, but here I am, outside the inn at my usual time, eleven at night. The problem is, I don’t have a reservation this time. I was on my way to the airport when I turned around. What the hell was I thinking?
I turn off my truck and sit there staring at the one light on in the reception area. Her car is parked alongside the building, out of the way of guest parking.
“f**k it,” I say, grabbing my suitcase from the back seat.
At least it isn’t raining.
The bell rings when I open the doo
