“Rhett, are you okay?” As soon as she asked, she knew she shouldn’t have. Hadn’t she learned anything from parenting a male? Don’t press. Let them come to you. But here she went, treading upon dangerous ground like a moron.
“Sure. I’m fine. Nothing a little rest won’t cure.”
“I don’t think so, but I’m sure you believe that.” Shut up, Summer. Why are you poking a stick at him?
Rhett’s eyebrows drew together, his mouth flattened. “What are you saying, Summer?”
“That you can get rest in California. At that spa. I think you’re looking for something more. You’re hurting.”
He shook off her hand, blue eyes snapping. “Who asked you what you thought?”
“No one.” She curled the abandoned hand in her lap, studying fingernails that needed filing before they got in the way of playing the guitar. She wished she’d kept her damned mouth shut. What was wrong with her? She didn’t have to fix everyone around her. Rhett was not hers to fix. “I’m not trying to pry.”
“You don’t know me anymore. Just like I don’t know you.”
“So why are you sitting on my couch?” she asked.
“You told me to come in. I was hurt.”
“I’m just trying to be your friend.”
“So that means you can stick your nose in my business? I thought I made it clear earlier that I don’t want to talk about why I’m here or if I’m okay. I just wanted a normal conversation.”
He was right. He hadn’t asked for her to pry. Rhett wasn’t ready to be honest with himself about why he’d come home. Summer knew he’d come back to the place where he’d once been whole and untouched, seeking to put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
But there were pieces of himself he would never find. But he didn’t know that yet.
“You’re right. I don’t have any business asking you anything,” she said.
“I need to go,” he said. Why had she taken a simple moment and made it complicated? Maybe it was because earlier that evening when he’d sat in that broken-down chair, she’d felt a kinship. She knew how it felt to pull on a mask while inside you curled into a fetal position. For a moment in the moonlight, she’d believed she could be part of his journey toward healing. But Summer couldn’t help Rhett. To believe that was to believe he was somehow like her … and he wasn’t.
About the Book
Title: Come Home To Me
Author: Liz Talley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Summer Valentine has returned to Moonlight, South Carolina, a very different woman from the naive wallflower who left years before. These days she’s straightforward and savvy, determined to do right by her son, David, even if that means cashing in her struggling music career in Nashville and returning to the town that drove her away. Sure, she took a fall. But at least she now knows where she stands . . .
Despite her anger over the past, Summer believes David deserves a relationship with his father, Hunter “Hunt” McCroy. Though Hunt’s illustrious career has faded, privilege still protects him from his worst mistakes.
Someone else is back in Moonlight too: Rhett Bryan, the golden boy of Hollywood, who’s taking stock of his own life after a tragic accident. As his rekindled friendship with Summer quickly deepens, she must reconcile the painful history that ties her to both men—one she’s finally forgiven, one she’s afraid to love—to claim healing and happiness.
A finalist for both the Romance Writers of America’s prestigious Golden Heart and RITA Awards, Liz Talley has found a home writing heartwarming contemporary romance. Her stories are set in the South, where the tea is sweet, the summers are hot, and the porches are wide. Liz lives in North Louisiana with her childhood sweetheart, two handsome children, three dogs, and a naughty kitty. Readers can visit Liz at www.liztalleybooks.com to learn more about her upcoming novels.
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