Tempt – Cloverleigh Farms Read Online Melanie Harlow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
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When the door opened behind me, bringing in a gust of cold air, I turned in surprise.

Felicity entered, carrying two white cardboard cups. “Morning,” she chirped with a smile. Then she saw the coffee in my hand, and her face fell. “Oh, shoot. You already got coffee this morning.”

I eyed one of the cups in her hand. “Is that from Plum & Honey? Because this isn’t, and I can’t even drink it.”

“Yes. Here.” She handed me the cup. “Why’d you go someplace else?”

Walking over to the reception desk, I ditched my old coffee on the marble counter and eagerly inhaled the aroma coming from the Plum & Honey cup. “I took a different way downtown, that’s all.”

“Oh.” She came over and set a large purse on the counter, then pulled a white bakery bag from it. “I brought breakfast too.”

“You’re an angel.” I glanced at the pink velvet circle settee with the tufted back that had just been delivered on Tuesday, the only seating I had in there so far. “We just can’t get anything on that upholstery.”

She laughed. “Let’s sit on the floor.”

We dropped down on the newly refinished pine floor, stained a gorgeous dark walnut, and leaned back against the couch. Facing the front of the shop, we stretched out our legs and Felicity placed some scones on the bag between us. Outside the windows, snow flurries drifted to the ground.

“So how are things?” Felicity asked.

“Good. Great. I’m on track to be open by the first of the year.”

“That’s awesome.” Felicity sipped her coffee. “But I meant with you personally.”

I took a bite of scone and wondered if I should confide in Felicity. It would feel so good to have someone to talk to about Zach. But would she guilt me about it? Or would she understand? “I’m fine,” I said gingerly.

“I know you’re fine, but I have this feeling something’s going on with you that isn’t just about the shop.”

I took a small sip from my coffee cup. “If I tell you,” I said slowly, “do you promise not to judge? Or say anything to anyone else?”

She held out one pinkie, and I hooked it with mine.

“Okay.” I inhaled deeply. “I’m having a sort of . . . affair with Zach.”

“I figured that might be it. You’ve been traveling so much—you’re seeing him on those trips?”

“Yes.”

“So it’s serious?”

“Yes and no.” I struggled to explain it. “My feelings are serious, but what we’re doing can’t be. That’s the problem.”

“And the more time you spend together, the more you feel.”

“Exactly.”

“Well, he’s not a lost puppy,” she pointed out, a tinge of hope in her voice. “Is Mason the issue?”

“Mason is a huge part of it. Zach gave Mason his word that nothing happened between us.”

“But that was before there really was something, right? I mean, couldn’t you just explain to Mason that you tried not to act on your attraction, but you just . . . couldn’t help it?”

“‘Couldn’t help it’ might explain one time,” I said. “But the last three months? If we admit the truth to Mason now, it means revealing that we’ve been carrying on since the wedding behind his back. People will talk about me, and it won’t be nice. I’m trying to get a business going in this town. I want people to associate my name with professionalism and romance, not a tawdry scandal.”

She sighed. “Yeah. It would be juicy gossip.”

“We would hurt Mason, destroy his relationship with his father, make Zach look like a jerk, ruin my reputation . . . and for what? It’s not like there’s any possibility of a future.”

“None at all?”

“No.” I set my coffee down and tried to fight the tears that sprang to my eyes. “He has a grown son and an ex-wife.”

“I didn’t know about the ex. Are there other kids?”

“No. He had a vasectomy years ago.”

“Oh.” Then, a little softer. “Oh.”

In the silence, the hopelessness of it all seemed to pile up around me.

“Wait, can’t a vasectomy be reversed?” Felicity asked, sitting up taller.

“It can, but the success rate of pregnancy afterward is only about fifty percent or so, given how long it’s been since he had it done. I Googled it.”

“Hmm.” She leaned back again. “Fifty percent doesn’t give you great odds.”

“Nope. So there’s really no point in suffering Mason’s anger and small-town scorn. Zach cannot be the one.” The lump in my throat continued to swell. “No matter how perfect he is for me in every other way.”

Felicity sighed. “I’m sorry, Mills. I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Tell me I’m an idiot to fall in love with him.”

“I could, but I don’t think it will help.” My sister scooted closer and put an arm around me.

A tear slipped down my cheek, and then another. Annoyed with myself, I wiped them away. “This is stupid. I knew going in what this was.”



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