How can their relationship survive when it’s built on half-truths?
WHERE I NEED TO BE
McKenna Series #3
Releasing July 18, 2017
When heroin stole James Foley’s wife and destroyed his marriage, he poured all his energy into raising his young son and running his auto garage. There’s no room in his life for anything else until Megan McKenna walks into his shop. He finds it impossible to resist the sexy school teacher.
After an ugly divorce, Megan lost her home, her job, and a big chunk of her self-respect. With her posh lifestyle now a memory, she starts over by indulging in an unexpected fling with a hard-bodied mechanic.
What begins as something casual turns into something meaningful. But how can their relationship survive when it’s built on half-truths?
James and Megan soon discover that being honest with themselves is just as important as being honest with each other. Only then will their relationship fire on all cylinders.
Megan nibbled on her lower lip as she looked everywhere but at him. He desperately wanted to ask her what was bothering her, but he stopped himself. She wasn’t his. It was none of his business.
He needed to be straight with her.
“About Friday night…” He paused before deciding to begin a different way. “I need to be upfront with you and tell you that I’m not interested in a relationship. I’ve got a lot going on in my life with the shop and with my son. And a steady woman just doesn’t fit into my plans at the moment.”
She nodded but didn’t say anything. Shit, if she broke into tears in his parking lot, he didn’t know what he would do.
“I like you, Megan. I sure as hell liked what happened on Friday, and I’d like to see you again. But beyond that, I can’t give you anything more.”
“So are you saying you’d like to date but not exclusively?”
Was that what he was saying? That he wanted to date her?
“If by dating you mean periodically getting together and having sex, then sure, let’s go with that.”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he wished he could take them back. He was being honest, but it had made him sound like a dick.
She looked skyward and smiled. “Thank God. That’s exactly what I was going to say.”
He frowned. “You were?”
“Yes!” She laughed. “What a relief. I had a lot fun with you. But jumping back into a relationship…I just can’t right now.”
“So we agree on this?” he asked incredulously.
Huh. Wasn’t that something?
“Oh, but there is one thing I did want to add,” she said, grimacing slightly.
He knew there had to be a catch.
“If we’re...” She looked back toward the garage at the guys congregating around the open doors, pretending not to eavesdrop. “If we’re sleeping together, I’m not going to hold you to being exclusive, but I would hope you could extend the courtesy of letting me know if you meet someone else who you’d like to sleep with.”
He couldn’t help it, he let his chuckle slip. He wasn’t laughing at what she said. It was perfectly reasonable. He was laughing at the idea of wanting any other woman when he had Megan in his bed.
“That’s fair,” he replied. “And I’d expect the same courtesy from you.”
Smiling, she extended her hand. “Deal.”
He frowned, taking her outstretched hand. Instead of shaking it, he lightly tugged her toward him. “Sweetheart, I’m not shaking your hand like we’re conducting some business deal.”
She blinked, her mouth falling open before she closed it quickly. Pulling her hand from his grasp, Megan clutched the strap of her purse. “Of course, I’m sorry. That was stupid.”
He smiled, taking a step closer and leaning in slightly. “Not stupid, and you have nothing to apologize for.” He watched as her eyes fell to his lips and he liked the way this woman thought. “Now tell me…when can I see you again?”
She swallowed before nibbling on her lower lip. It took everything he had not to reach up and pull her rose-colored lip down with his thumb. James knew all of his employees were watching. They’d stopped the pretense of being busy the moment he’d pulled her toward him.
“How about we do dinner this weekend?” he asked. “It’ll have to be late, after Cade goes to bed.”
She nodded slowly. “I’d like that.”
“Saturday around nine o’clock?”
Her clear blue eyes smiled as she nodded again. “It’s a date.”
“It’s a date,” he repeated.
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Jamie Hollins was born and raised in rural Northeast Ohio. After graduate school, she embarked on a perilous career in Human Resources where she met plenty of real life characters. When she’s not writing or chasing after her toddler, she enjoys reading and golfing. Jamie lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, son, and their dog, Winston.