Hope Burns
Jaci Burton
A novel of small-town hearts and big dreams...
Molly Burnett dreads returning to her hometown of Hope for her sister’s wedding, especially knowing she’ll have to endure a weekend with the oneman she never wants to see again. It’s only a couple of days, so Molly will try to forget her painful past with high school sweetheart Carter Richards. Because despite the bitter memories, she still can’t forget what they once meant to each other.
But when Molly is forced to extend her stay, Carter sees this as his second chance to do things right, to start over again with the only woman he’s ever loved. This time, he isn’t going to let Molly run. Together they’re going to confront the past and put it behind them, and hope for a future as bright as the flame that still burns hot between them.
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Carter went straight for the bar to order a whiskey,
straight up, determined to ignore Molly the rest of the night.
Except she was dragged to the bar by Jane and Chelsea and
Emma before he had a chance to get out of the way and go hide among his
friends.
“Carter. You brought Rhonda with you tonight,” Chelsea
said.
“Yup.”
Molly cocked a brow, then looked around. “Who’s Rhonda?”
“His car.”
She smirked. “You named your car?”
He shot her a look. “You
named your car.”
“That’s different,” she said with a shrug.
“In what way?”
“Never mind.”
He took another drink, figuring the less said, the better,
since their first meeting didn’t go all that well.
“Oh, you have to see Rhonda,” Jane said to Molly. “You’ll
understand then. Let’s go outside and you can show her, Carter.”
Such a bad idea. But Emma already had Molly by the hand,
pulling her toward the door, so he downed the contents of his whiskey in one
swallow, then followed the women outside.
There was no doubt about it, Rhonda was impressive. He
always kept her gleaming, and her navy body paint with white stripes stood out
in the crowded parking lot. She got a lot of looks from passersby as well.
“Oh. So that’s Rhonda,” Molly said.
“Yup.”
“I can see why you’d name her. She’s a beauty.” Molly
turned to face him. “It was always your dream to own a ’67 Shelby.”
He was surprised she remembered. “Yeah, it was.”
“You must be doing very well.”
“I’m doing okay.”
“He’s doing better than okay. He owns four auto repair
shops now,” Emma said with a wide smile. “Worked his butt off over the years.
At least that’s what Luke tells me.”
“Worth the hard work for something like Rhonda. She’d go
very well with my hair,” Chelsea said with a wink.
“I’ll take you for a ride in her sometime.”
“It’d be more fun if I got to drive her.”
Carter shook his head. “No one drives Rhonda but me.”
Chelsea sighed. “You’re no fun, Carter.”
He slanted his gaze toward Molly, who looked as miserable
as he felt.
“We’d better go back inside before people start missing
us,” Emma said.
Carter held open the door as the women walked inside. He
caught a whiff of Molly’s scent—something vanilla—as she walked by. He got in
line behind her as they made their way back to the private dining room, trying
not to notice the tension in her shoulders, the stiffness in her back, or the
sultry sway of her hips that was more natural than affected, because she was
definitely tense walking in front of him.
When they got back to the room, she went one way, and he
went the other.
Wasn’t this going to be fun?
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Penguin Random House Company. Copyright © Jaci Burton, 2014.
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