Come Together
Cityscape Affair, Book Three
With a single decision, Olivia Germaine’s fantasy has become a reality. Now, she’s faced with two commitments—one she must make, and one she must break. But in order to accept a love she never thought possible, Olivia will have to let go of the broken past that defines her…and of deeply rooted fears that could ruin everything.
Everythingis what David Dylan wants to give her, and it’s what he demands in return. He’ll do anything to prove to Olivia that despite his playboy ways, he’s worth leaving behind the stable future her husband can offer her.
But even though he’s a man who always gets what he wants...this time, David may be fighting for something unattainable.
1
The sizzling was almost enough to make me scream. Plumes of smoke spiraled up from the fajitas platter that’d just been delivered to our table. Neither Gretchen, Lucy, nor I had even touched the chunky guacamole or done anything beyond salt a full basket of tortilla chips.
A mariachi band played in one corner of the Mexican restaurant. Tension grew as silence stretched between my two best friends and me.
Finally, Lucy blinked. “Wait.What?” she asked, horror clear on her face. “What did you just say?”
“I’m leaving Bill,” I repeated.
Lucy shook her head in disbelief. “And you’re telling us this over fajitas?”
I shrugged, not casually, but because the question had no appropriate response. I glanced from Lucy to Gretchen, who reached out to clasp my hand. I was drowning, and she could tell.
“Is this why you’ve been distant since I returned from Paris?” Lucy asked me. Her eyes cut to Gretchen. “And why don’t you look surprised?”
“I’m not,” Gretchen said evenly.
“Did something happen while I was on my honeymoon?” Lucy continued, touching her new wedding band.
“Something happened,” I confirmed. “And that something is that I’m in love.”
Up until that moment, Gretchen had looked almost relieved. Now she gasped as a breathtaking smile broke out across her face. “You are?”
“Well, I’d have to be to go through with this, wouldn’t I?” I asked.
She nodded, her mass of blonde curls bouncing joyfully.
“You’re in love with your husband,” Lucy stated, straightening her shoulders. “Bill.”
“Luce.” I took a deep breath and addressed her with unwavering focus. “You and Gretchen have been my best friends for a long time. When something this big happens in my life, I want to share it with you. I’m in love with someone else, and I’m leaving Bill for him.”
She braced herself against the table and hissed, “What the fuck?”
I winced. Lucy was sweet, doe-eyed, and polite. She didn’t hiss, she squealed—and she rarely cursed. “I know it’s shocking,” I said. “I wanted you to hear it from me before I talk to Bill.”
Her mouth fell open. “You haven’t told Bill?”
I shook my head.
“Who is this guy?” she asked.
For “this guy,” I’d taken the leap—literally and figuratively. And he’d caught me in his arms, taking my weight with ease. Last night, rain had drenched us, our lips had joined, and relief had melted the muscular arms around me. Our foreheads had met. He’d told me he loved me.
I’d told him he was my home.
A small smile dissolved the tension in my face. “I’m leaving my husband for David Dylan.”
Lucy’s brown eyes doubled in size, and her knuckles whitened. “Ex-cuseme?”
