Page 4 of One Kiss Isn't Enough

Even if she’d kept something from me that changed everything.

I thought I had life all figured out… and then she kissed me.

TEQUILA ROSE

He tasted like tequila and the fake name I gave him was Rose.

Four years ago, I decided to get over one man, by getting under another. A single night and nothing more.

I found my handsome stranger with a shot glass and charming but devilish smile at the end of the bar. The desire that hit his eyes the second they landed on me ignited a spark inside me, instant and hot. He was perfect and everything I didn’t know I needed. That one night may have ended, but I left with much more than a memory.

Four years later, and with a three-year-old in tow, the man I still dream about is staring at me from across the street in the town I grew up in. I don’t miss the flash of recognition, or the heat in his gaze.

The chemistry is still there, even after all these years.

I just hope the secrets and regrets don’t destroy our second chance before it’s even begun.

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FALLING AT FIRST SIGHT

FALLING AT FIRST SIGHT

His smile is what got me.

It was charming but held a hint of the sexy thoughts I was hoping he had in his head like I did with only our first glance.

He may be tall, dark and handsome but I’m telling you, it was his smile that got me. I’m sure of that detail.

Too bad all I did was avert my gaze and let a blush rise up to my cheeks, outing me for having sordid thoughts about my son’s preschool teacher.

Trent Morgan was everything I ever wanted, but there was no way I was ever going there.

Even if I had fallen at first sight …

PROLOGUE

Autumn

“It’s his ass and you know it.”

Magnolia has to cover her mouth as she laughs and haphazardly sets the wineglass down, doing her best not to lose any of the sweet wine with the motion. I’m awful glad I waited to take a sip until Renee said what she wanted to say. She’s the comedic one in our group of four. Twirling a lock of auburn hair, she leans back, her wicked hazel eyes glinting. Renee is sharp and shameless.

But it’s definitely not his ass. At least not for me. My comment remains unspoken because we’re discussing Sharon’s crush, after all.

“Renee, you know darn well I am not a butt lady. I couldn’t care less about what’s good on the backside.”

“But he has a really nice ass,” Renee insists, completely ignoring Sharon.

With the mason jar string lights hanging above us, Sharon’s patio offers plenty of light, even as the southern sun sets in a beautiful hue of marigold and rose. Add in the wicker furniture, a touch of salt in the air plus the smell of fall surrounding us, and I’m all for Wine Down Wednesdays starting up again with this group of friends. It’s been too long and I’ve missed them.

“What does Henry think of Mr. Morgan?” Sharon asks me and I instantly feel the telltale sign of a blush rising up my chest and making my cheeks flush.

My mother always told me I couldn’t hide a thing from anyone. My face gives away the truth every time.

“What does my son think of your crush?” I respond with a question and quickly take a sip of my wine, then another, buying time. Sharon called dibs on Trent Morgan in before I had even walked my son into the preschool for his first day. That was almost a full year ago.

Now that school has started back up, I have to see that handsome face every day, my words stumbling and my laughs coming a little too often every time he talks to me.

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