The Date Next Door
Nicole Sawyer didn't have to be psychic to know it wasn't good when Brad began the conversation with, "We have to talk." Painful experience let her predict his next words. "This isn't about you—it's me."
At twenty-seven, Nic had been down this road enough to know when she was being dumped.
A few awkward but stiffly cordial minutes later, she stood on the porch of her neat frame home and watched Brad's flashy red pickup disappear down the street of her quiet neighborhood. She was going to miss that truck, she thought wistfully. Its seats were comfortable, and the sound system was truly excellent. She had enjoyed riding around town in it, listening to the country music and classic rock they had both favored.
As for the driver...unfortunately their mutual tastes in music hadn't been enough to keep them together. They'd been trying for almost eight months, on and off, to make it work. Brad had finally admitted defeat the day after she had canceled yet another date for work reasons.
She didn't really need him, he had accused her regretfully.And it turned out that he needed to be needed.
Because she knew he was right, she ha ... read full excerpt from The Date Next Door ebook
