“Max!” Violet screamed, her body half hanging out of the train car.
He swung himself up, his other sleeve snagging on the ladder. “Get inside before you fall off. I know what I’m doing.”
“But you’re stuck!”
He ignored his exasperation, only slightly convinced falling out of the train would make the damn woman believe that she was in danger, and climbed the ladder to the top of the car. The trap door he hoped for greeted him and he jimmied open the top, then slid through and into the car.
The face that greeted him was as welcome as it was irate.
“How’d you know to do that?”
“I played a hunch.”
“What if you’d been stuck there?”
“I wasn’t.”
“But what if—”
Max dragged her forward, crushing his mouth to hers. He spread his legs against the swaying of the train and pulled her even closer, flush against his body.
It wasn’t the time or the situation for romance, but he’d be damned if he let another moment go without touching her.
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Addison Fox
Texas transplant ADDISON FOX is a lifelong romance reader, addicted to happy-ever-after. There’s nothing she enjoys more than penning novels about two strong-willed, exciting people on that magical fall into love. When she’s not writing, she can be found spending time with family and friends, reading or enjoying a glass of wine.
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For April
Keeper of details, a ready supply of hand sanitizer and cautionary tales about too-warm sushi.
You have a warmth and smile that is infectious and a heart that is unfailingly kind.
I’m so blessed by our friendship.
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Violet Richardson removed herself from striking distance of the bouquet and took her usual spot on the wall. That place—halfway between the kitchen and the entrance—provided a comfortable perch to oversee the lavish ballroom.
It also gave her eyes on anyone coming and going.
In the past, she’d believed it was a necessity to ensure any wedding she coordinated ran well. Not well, she mentally corrected herself. Perfectly.
But since the previous week, she’d accepted that having eyes on the ballroom would ensure the threat stalking her and her business partners wouldn’t spill over to their wedding clients.
The Kelley-Gardner nuptials had been a long project, full of all the things she loved about her job. A manic
