This Man #3
Last book in the series. Jesse and Ava are happy and get away to Spain. He has a place there called Paradise. They are in a restaurant and he tells their happy news and a woman is staring at her. She tells Jesse and he knows the woman. He says they need to leave. It's his mother. A huge damper on their trip. They go home and get back to work. But things are not working out. Someone from Jesse's past pops up. When is this going to end?
I loved this book. It was an eye opening conclusion!
From the author:
An Excerpt from This Man Confessed
Grand Central Publishing, July 2013
Grand Central Publishing, July 2013
I walk into the kitchen and find Jesse rummaging frantically through the cupboards. With his arms raised, his broad back is accentuated by the pull of his white polo t-shirt, the vast expanse of firmness making my hands twitch at my sides and my eyes blink to confirm that he’s real. I smile. He’s real all right, and he’s also mine.
‘What are you doing?’ I ask, pulling my hair up into a messy mass of wildness on top of my head.
He turns around and looks at me in alarm. ‘I’ve run out of Sun-Pat.’
‘What?’ I laugh at his genuine distress. ‘You’ve run out of peanut butter?’
‘It’s not f**king funny!’ He slams the cupboard door shut before stalking over to the fridge, yanking it open, and shifting endless bottles of water. ‘What the fuck is Cathy playing at?’ he barks to himself.
I can’t help it. I double over with laughter. This is not the normal behaviour for someone who merely likes something. He’s addicted to it. My Lord is addicted to peanut butter and, quite possibly, is going to have a seizure if he doesn’t get his fix soon.
I’m happily tittering away when I hear the fridge door slam. I bolt upright and do a rubbish job of restraining my grin. I’m clamping down painfully on my lip to prevent it.
‘What are you grinning at?’ He scowls at me, good and proper.
‘Why the compulsion for peanut butter?’ I ask quickly before re-clamping down on my lip.
He folds his arms across his chest, still scowling. ‘I like it.’
‘You like it?’
‘Yes, I like it.’
‘You’re in a bit of a pickle, considering you just like it.’ My lip drags through my teeth as I completely lose the battle to keep back my smirk.
‘I’m not in a pickle.’ he argues on a small laugh. ‘It’s no big deal.’
‘Okay,’ I shrug, still grinning. It is such a big deal.
He walks across the kitchen and around the island towards me, his eyes widening as my lower body comes into view. ‘What the hell are they?’ he blurts.
I look down at myself and back up to shocked green eyes. ‘Shorts.’
‘You mean knickers?’
I’m grinning again. ‘No, I mean shorts.’ I grab the hem on each leg of my denim shorts and pull them up. ‘If they were knickers, they’d look like this.’
He gasps a little, still studying the offending garment. ‘Ava, come on, be reasonable.’
‘Jesse,’ I sigh. ‘I’ve told you. If you want long skirts and roll neck jumpers, then go find someone your own age.’ I pull my shorts back down and kneel to tie the laces of my Converse, ignoring the grumbling and bristling emanating from every delicious fibre of my unreasonable man. ‘I might go for a swim at The Manor.’ I look up at him, and his grumpy face is back to horror.
‘In a bikini?’
I laugh. ‘No, in a snowsuit. Of course in a bikini.’ I’m really pushing my luck here, and I know it.
‘You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?’
‘I’d like to go for a swim.’
‘I’d like to strangle you.’ he snaps. ‘Why do you do this to me?’
‘Because you’re an unreasonable arse and you need to loosen up. You may be an old man, but I'm only twenty six. Stop acting like a caveman. What’ll happen if we go on a beach holiday?’
‘I thought we could go skiing.’ He's the one smirking now. ‘I’ll show you how good I am at very extreme sports.’
I grin at his repeated words from our very first meeting, and then jump up to his body, my nose diving straight into his neck. ‘You smell luscious.’ I inhale in his yummy scent as he carries me out to the car, still wearing the short shorts.