Table for Two. Jennifer McKenzie
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Does she dare have seconds?
Mallory Ford hasn’t seen her ex, Travis Kincaid, since she caught him in a rather compromising position a year ago. Now he’s back in town, and while heat still flickers along Mal’s skin when he’s near, she’s already learned her lesson—the oh-so-hard way.
Except that Travis is playing to win Mal’s heart, for good. Which is perfectly ridiculous. Nothing can put Mal’s heart back together again, especially not the man who broke it. Some mistakes can’t be erased...unless Travis can prove to Mal that what they have is too perfect to forget.
“I’m here for you, Mal.”
Travis didn’t wait for her response, but stepped inside, swung the door shut behind him and kissed her in one smooth move. She couldn’t think, overwhelmed by feelings and emotions and Travis.
Always Travis.
She melted against him, into him. It had been so long. Incredibly long.
Mal had known before he’d kissed her that it would lead to this. She’d never have let him up to her apartment if she hadn’t been willing to go there. Hadn’t wanted to go there.
Oh, yes.
It would only be for tonight. Closure, a last goodbye, whatever she might decide to call it in the cold light of day.
Because tomorrow morning, she would be 100 percent, completely over this.
As I close the books on the Ford family, I’m reminded of my own family. The teasing, the laughter, the fight on top of the old rolling dishwasher that broke the kitchen door...
Mallory and Travis have a long history together. One that hasn’t gone away even though they’ve been living miles apart. But they’re back in the same city now and history seems to be repeating itself.
I’ve had a wonderful time sharing the stories of these three siblings, their lives and loves, and while I’m wistful about saying goodbye to them, mainly I feel happy that everyone (in their own unique way) got their happily-ever-after.
I hope you enjoyed your time with the Ford family.
Happy reading,
Jennifer McKenzie
Table for Two
Jennifer McKenzie
JENNIFER MCKENZIE lives in Vancouver, Canada, where it rains. A lot. Which means she gets to purchase many pairs of cute boots without guilt. She spends her days writing emails, text messages, newsletters and books. When she’s not writing, she’s reading or eating chocolate and trying to convince her husband that it’s a health food. He has yet to fall for it. Visit her on the web at jennifermckenzie.com.
This book is for Clark who makes me laugh (even when he’s wearing his grumpy face. Okay...especially when he’s wearing his grumpy face), cheers me on, cheers me up and is basically awesome.
Contents
THE LAST TIME Mallory Ford had seen Travis Kincaid he’d had his face buried in another woman’s lap. That woman hadn’t been wearing panties.
Normally Mal wouldn’t have felt anything except embarrassment and foolishness for not knocking first. But Travis had been in his office with the door unlocked and they’d broken up only an hour earlier. Her overriding emotion had, therefore, been anger. And although that had been more than a year ago, she still hadn’t forgiven him. She didn’t know a person who would have.
Seeing him now, that same anger roiled up in her and made her want to dash the contents of her wineglass in his face and cut him down with some pithy commentary. The only thing that held her back was the fact that they were at her brother Owen’s backyard wedding reception. That and the fact that she was too couth to lower herself to name calling and wine tossing. She hoped.
He looked good in his white shirt