Open Doors, 1
One hidden crush. One bunch of plastic mistletoe. One alcohol-fueled kiss. One set of taillights as Max Martino left town.
Sixteen years later…
Sam Addison hates change, and his company’s new merger is stretching him to his limit. When Sam finds out an older, hotter, and amazingly talented Max Martino is part of the acquisition, he knows the only way to keep his sanity is to avoid Max—and their history—at any cost.
Max never planned to settle down, but recently he’s been pining for roots. A new job, a new city, and a second chance with Sam makes the thought of staying in one place exciting for the first time ever.
But the harder Max pushes, the farther Sam runs, sometimes literally, and Max begins to wonder if Sam can ever let go of the biggest mistake Max ever made—leaving.
But maybe a second chance at forever is as simple as holding the door open for love.
“Seriously, though,” Archer said, “you okay? You took one look at the org chart and went white. You’re not that worried about the new workload, are you? You know you’re going to organize and prioritize the shit out of this. This is the kind of crap you live for. And I’ll help you with the people. No sweat.” Archer gave me an encouraging smile.
“I’m fine, Archer. And I’m not that worried. A name I didn’t expect to see was up there, that’s all. It was a bit of a shock. Nothing I can’t handle.” Lie. Fat fucking lie. Actually, not fat. Tall, auburn-haired, green-eyed lie. Just when I’d thought I might be able to handle all this upheaval…
I’d had no warning about this, no time to prepare. I’d had no idea Max even worked for Edison. Sure, I’d tried to stalk him on social media a time or twenty over the years, but he didn’t seem to be on a single platform. No Facebook, no LinkedIn, not even an Instagram, which I honestly thought was weird for a photographer. Maybe it was a different Max Martino. My heart rate kicked up again as my gut assured me that wasn’t the case. I’d have to dig into some old issues of Easy Living to see if I could find out more. I also needed to come up with a contingency plan. How could I manage my new responsibilities and keep Max out of my space? There had to be a solution. My mind scrolled through possible options, and I felt myself settle. I could plan my way out of having to see Max again. This would all be okay. I took another shuddery breath.
Archer gave me a look that clearly said he’d be pressing me for more details when we were alone, but I didn’t care. My mind wasn’t on Archer, and I didn’t hear the rest of Jane’s presentation. All I could think about were a pair of bright green eyes in a rearview mirror as they’d driven out of my life sixteen years ago and how I was going to avoid ever having to look into those eyes again.
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Vinni George has been a lover of romance novels (of all shapes, sizes, and colors) since she first got her hands on one of her grandmother’s Harlequins and has never looked back. She lives in Ohio with her two favorite guys (her husband and son) and, hopefully—one day—a dog. When not writing her own stories, she can be found helping to polish other people’s novels. In her spare time, Vinni dabbles in performance art, quilting, and various culinary pursuits and enjoys traveling.