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Title: The Layover
Author: Cassie Cross
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About The Layover:
Macy Monroe has spent two years living and working in Rome, dreaming about moving back home to Port City. That dream finally comes true when her assignment ends and she finds a new job and new apartment back in the States. As a last hurrah in Europe, she books a layover in Paris for a long weekend full of sightseeing and all the baguettes and cheese she can eat. But her plan hits a snag when a hotel snafu leaves her stranded by the Seine with nowhere to stay.
Fate steps in when she runs into Beckett McLane, her ex-boyfriend from college. He’s in town working on his next novel and offers her a place to stay. Beckett’s the kind of handsome that you never really forget, and Macy’s heart is still a little broken from the breakup. Without any other options, she reluctantly takes him up on the offer.
Macy encourages work-obsessed Beckett to take a much-needed break from his laptop, and as he shows her around town, they get caught up in the romantic City of Light. When they’re together, it’s easy to forget that Macy’s only on a layover and their time together is running out…
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As I stare at Beckett like a deer in the
headlights, I vaguely make out Lindsay calling my name.
“I think someone wants you,” he says, passing
the phone over to me.
I blink a couple of times because the world is
still a little shaky, then take it from him and press it against my ear.
“Are you okay? Who’s that? Should I dial
whatever international nine-one-one is?”
“It’s Beckett,” I say.
She’s quiet for a couple of seconds. “Oh. Are
you okay?”
I know she’s not just asking about my physical
well- being. Lindsay is well versed in the terms of our breakup. Am I okay? My
heart’s still cracked from the last time I saw him and if the pain in my head
is any indication, now my skull is too. He tentatively reaches out and presses
his hand against mine where it rests near my hairline in an attempt to soothe
the ache.
“I’m fine,” I tell her, too distracted by the
heat of his skin to be able to elaborate. “Can I call you back?”
She hesitates but agrees. “Yeah, sure. Should
I keep looking for a place?”
“Sure. Thanks.”
“Do I need to run a background check on him or
anything, see what he’s been up to over the years?”
I laugh. “No, I don’t think he’s resorted to a
life of crime.”
Beckett looks at me like he thinks I might
need medical attention.
I’m fine, I mouth to him before gently ducking
out from under his touch so I can think straight.
“Okay. Call me if you need anything. If I
don’t hear from you by morning, I’ll fly over there myself.”
“Deal.”
We say our goodbyes and I tuck my phone back
into my pocket.
“Do we need to go to the hospital?” he asks half teasing. He’s much taller than I remember. The lines of his face have
sharpened, and there’s a peppering of stubble along his jaw that wasn’t there
back when we dated and really works for him. His brown hair flops across his
forehead, messy from him running his fingers through it. I’m reminded of all
the times I’d tease him about needing a cut, how his eyes would flutter closed
and he’d hum happily when I’d run my fingers through it.
He’s always been handsome, but he’s gorgeous
now. Fit to be memorialized in marble at the Louvre.
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