Cassie has everything she wants…
Cassie Wilson’s life is pretty much perfect, with a dream job, great partners—and the freedom to do as she pleases. The last thing she wants is to go back to Montrose River, the town she couldn’t wait to leave, and revisit the past. But when her oldest friend asks her to be a godmother, Cassie sees an opportunity to make a difference in Emily’s life. Maybe teaching Emily to dream big will be her legacy. Besides, one weekend in the Midwest won’t kill her. She’ll be back in Manhattan so quickly that they won’t have time to miss her at Flatiron Five Fitness.
Reid knows what he wants…
Reid Jackson is convinced that luck has to be made. Keeping his eyes open has been the secret to his triumph over his past, along with a lot of hard work. He might have come from the wrong side of the tracks, and he might have the reputation of being bad to the bone, but he’s built his own brand of success. When Cassie Wilson comes breezing back into town, Reid is ready to find out if she really is different from everyone else. Cassie turns his expectations inside out, fulfilling his dreams and shaking up his routine. But when Cassie decides she wants more than a fling, Reid knows he’s not the man she wants him to be—can Cassie convince him to hope for more?
This is book four of my Flatiron Five Fitness series of contemporary romances. Please do not offer to translate this book first, as the series must be read in order.
It was true that no good deed went unpunished.
Reid surveyed the mess from the shattered jar of dill pickles and shook his head. “Lionel?” he called, not really expecting an answer.
There wasn’t one.
He strode to the back room of the Montrose River Shop ’n Save to get the mop and bucket. He grabbed the dustpan and broom in the other hand, yelled for Lionel one more time, knowing it was an exercise in futility, and went back to the pickle aisle. Naturally, it had been the extra large size jar. He’d swept up the glass and most of the pickles by the time Lionel appeared at the end of the aisle.
The kid looked sheepish.
To be fair, Lionel Stewart always looked embarrassed or as if he’d rather be anywhere else in the world. He was a really tall kid, almost as tall as Reid even at sixteen, and so thin that if he turned sideways, he just might disappear. Reid was halfway convinced that if he looked up ‘nerd’ in the dictionary, there’d be a picture of his newest employee. Lionel had thick glasses with masking tape on the nose bridge as well as on one side. The poor kid’s mother really did dress him funny: his jeans were always a bit too short and his shirts were awful. Today’s choice was a plaid flannel shirt that was probably warm but its orange and turquoise pattern hurt the eyes. Reid hoped it had been on sale.
He’d given the kid a job in the hope of helping him. One week in, Reid was starting to doubt his impulse.
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Italian
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Translated by Gaia Bordandini Baldassarri
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Portuguese
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Translated by Juliana Chiavagatti Grade
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