The Monroe brothers found a home in Haven, Georgia, thanks to the big-hearted couple who adopted them all. Now, grieving their late sister, these three very different men will come together to honor her memory. And with the help of some unforgettable women, each will find the chance to build a whole new future…
Zach Monroe has made mistakes—big ones. The worst left the girl he loved injured, and his own brother barely speaking to him. It was a night Zach won’t let himself forget, even when the girl in question—perfect, polished Sophie Allen—walks back into his life. A realtor, Sophie’s brought an offer for their sister’s dilapidated Civil War era property. But Zach’s determined to renovate the rambling old place himself—though he longs to rebuild Sophie’s trust in him…
A business deal isn’t how Sophie wanted to approach Zach after all this time, but he won’t let anyone get personal. She can’t deny that the accident changed her life in irreparable ways. But watching gruff, quiet Zach beat himself up year after year hurts too. The wounded boy she once adored needed love, and the man is no different. Now Sophie will need every bit of her resolve to convince Zach to let love heal them both…
Sophie’s bright green eyes came up to meet his. “Zach.” Her shoulders stiffened, the grip on her papers tightened. “I’m still waiting on the others, if you want to have a seat in my office.”
Attention on her physical beauty and all he’d thrown away held him speechless. Then her words penetrated through the haze. “What others?”
“Liam and Braxton.” She turned and disappeared back into what he assumed was her office.
What the hell was this about?
Like the proverbial moth to a flame, Zach followed her. His mood plummeted from intrigued over the meeting to irritation with the impending get-together with his brothers.
Sophie’s office was just as inviting as the lobby area. The cheery yellow curtains, the fresh, vibrant floral arrangement in a small vase on her desk, and the picture in a silver frame. Zach’s eyes immediately went to the photo of Sophie standing with Zach’s late sister, Chelsea.
Chelsea, who was taken from them all too soon. She’d been vibrant, full of energy and life, and always seeking the next adventure. The fact that she’d died in a freak skiing accident was enough to give him some warped sense of peace. She hadn’t suffered and she’d been doing what she loved. Still . . .
“Seems unreal, doesn’t it?” she asked, her eyes traveling to the photo as she stood behind her desk. “I don’t know how many times I’ve started to text her or I’ve turned down her street and caught myself. I miss talking to her, miss her laugh.”
Zach swallowed hard. Yeah, he’d done the same. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to not having his full-of-life sister around. She was the only one out of all four adopted siblings that ever “got” him.
Pausing at the two chairs in front of Sophie’s desk, Zach opted to stand against the wall. No need to get cozy here when he was damn near a panic attack at being so close to Sophie in such a small space.
Zach hadn’t seen Sophie since the funeral four months ago, when she’d cried in his arms, clinging to his shirt at the graveside. Zach doubted she’d specifically sought him out for comfort. He just happened to be the one in line behind her when she’d broken. He’d been hesitant to embrace her, but once he had, he’d entered into another level of hell because now he knew how perfect she felt in his arms. He realized what all he’d thrown away.
When she’d pulled herself together, though, she’d released him like she’d been burned and turned on her heels for her car. He hadn’t seen her since.
He’d been so caught up in his own grief, he hadn’t considered how she was coping. Zach figured her hoity-toity boyfriend with his polished cuff links had probably patted her on the back. While Zach had mascara on his dress shirt, he couldn’t imagine Sophie’s man letting his suits get ruined.
Seeing her walk away from that graveside had shifted something in him. Something he couldn’t define and something he’d had no choice but to ignore.
The bell on the front door chimed again. Zach raked his palm over his face, his whiskers bristling against his palm. Which brother would step through the door next? The one Zach actually still talked to, or the one Zach avoided at all costs?
bestselling author Jules Bennett is a former salon owner
turned full time author. Considering she met her husband at the age of fourteen
and they’ve been together since, Jules knows a thing or two about romance and
happily ever after. She and her husband live in the Midwest with their two
young children. When Jules isn’t creating emotional, witty stories, she’s
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