Sexy new standalone in the King Family Series by USA Today Bestselling Author Molly O’Keefe
We have three rules:
We never see each other’s faces. We don’t know each other’s names. We don’t say a word.
But at dawn when she steps out onto her private balcony over my work site, we show each other… everything.
She’s My Morning Girl and the rules keep both of us safe.
Yeah, Cody’s got a lot of rules and I have a few of my own. But the minute Cody walked into the bar where I work – I knew I’d break every last one of them. That’s why I can’t tell him I’m his Morning Girl. I’m head over heels for that broken-down cowboy and he only wants one version of me.
I take what I can get from him: scraps of friendship and his eyes on me every morning, but soon the secrets and lies grow out of control and the only thing I know for sure is I love him.
And when he finds out the truth, I’ll lose him for good.
Read an excerpt:
When the dogs came bounding up from the ravine we all went back upstairs where I filled their bowls with kibble, and the dogs sat side by side next to the sliding glass door that led to the patio, pretending they were well-behaved.
“You’re not fooling anyone, you know,” I told them.
I wondered if I was? Fooling anyone. This new, not Bea, Bea.
The door let in plenty of light and the patio was literally in the middle of all those trees. It felt like the most private, secluded placed in the world. I put some privacy fence along the side of the patio that faced the street and the other two sides were so covered by trees that I didn’t bother.
I could do naked yoga out there and no one would ever know it.
I should do more yoga. Would yoga help me make a decision? Would yoga make me happy?
“Hold on to your boobs,” I told the girls who whined at me to hurry up and get their breakfast. I set the dog bowls on the counter, opened the door and all but threw the bowls down on the concrete pad of my second floor patio. I went back in for my cup of coffee and the dogs went after the food like it might run away from them.
It was why I fed them out here. It was a full top to bottom kitchen clean up when I fed them indoors.
I had a little planter stand filled with flowers I was trying to kill with my attention and love. I drank my coffee and picked off all the dead blooms.
And when the dogs went in doors I bent down to get the bowls but then, decided what the hell and tried to press my hands flat to the ground. The breeze came up behind me and pushed my shirt up over my ass.
“Sorry…I just…you’re not alone out here.”
I glanced up and realized through the spindle of my wrought iron fence I could see parts of a man through the leaves in the back corner of the yard, where he seemed to be making a pile of debris.
“I’m almost done,” he said and then he tossed an armful of wood into the pile. “And you can go back to…you know.”
Bending over without pants on. Right.
“You can see me?”
“Parts of you.”
His laugh was low and dark and I could see he wore blue jeans and a sweaty teetshirt. A cowboy hat. I couldn’t see his face. But he was strong. Wiry. And he had a nice laugh.
“Well, if you don’t mind me saying. I can see the good parts.”