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250 pages, ebook
First published October 24, 2017
“I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with the nanny.”
“We weren’t supposed to fall in love”
“I always believed evil could be seen, sometimes in the smallest, quietest places. But those quiet places were also where you could see courage, strength, goodness.”
“I’m afraid. That’s the bottom line. I am scared that I’ll do all of this wrong, take a wrong step, and I’ll lose you.”
Title: A Little Too Late
Author: Staci Hart
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: October 24, 2017
‘And I found my voice, the words summoned from the quiet of my heart, and I parted my lips to speak. “Say yes, Charlie. Tell me you want me.” I wasn’t sure I’d said it aloud; my thundering heart was all I could hear.
“I’ve wanted you since you walked through the door,” he said without hesitation. “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you smile.”
I leaned in, and so did he.
“Say yes,” I whispered against his lips, the nerves in mine tingling.
“Yes,” he begged the answer, begged my heart.
I closed the inches with the slightest of movements and pressed my aching lips to his.’
“I don’t know how to go in there and pretend anymore.”
My heart squeezed as it sank. “I’m a distraction.”
His brows drew together. “No, you’re saving me.”
I shook my head, setting down the pastry, no longer hungry. “No, Charlie. I’m … I don’t want to be the reason you fail. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He was off his stool and walking toward me before I could move, his eyes dark and burning, his big hands on my face, tipping it up. “Hannah, you might be one of the best things to have ever happened to me.”
‘I touched his cheek, felt his worry. “You don’t have to be afraid.”
“I wasn’t— until I had something to lose.” He turned his face to kiss my palm. “You make me feel safe. You make me feel right, like I can be what you see in me. And I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to go back to that place, back to that life. I just want you.”
My heart beat against my ribs like it was reaching for him. “I’m here, and I’m yours.”’
She pulled me to a stop on the sidewalk. “Why don’t you feel that you deserve me?”
I watched her face in the moonlight, the snow whispering around us. “Because you’re everything right, everything good. Because everything you touch is made better. But everything I touch spoils. You’re young and beautiful and free. And I wish I could have always belonged to you and you alone.”