Table for Two
Does she dare have seconds? Mallory Ford hasn't seen her ex, Travis Kincaid, since she caught him in a rather compromising position a year ago. Now he's back in town, and while heat still flickers along Mal's skin when he's near, she's already learned her lesson–the oh-so-hard way.Except that Travis is playing to win Mal's heart, for good. Which is perfectly ridiculous. Nothing can put Mal's heart back together again, especially not the man who broke it. Some mistakes can't be erased…unless Travis can prove to Mal that what they have is too perfect to forget.
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Does she dare have seconds?
Mallory Ford hasnât seen her ex, Travis Kincaid, since she caught him in a rather compromising position a year ago. Now heâs back in town, and while heat still flickers along Malâs skin when heâs near, sheâs already learned her lessonâthe oh-so-hard way.
Except that Travis is playing to win Malâs heart, for good. Which is perfectly ridiculous. Nothing can put Malâs heart back together again, especially not the man who broke it. Some mistakes canât be erased...unless Travis can prove to Mal that what they have is too perfect to forget.
âIâm here for you, Mal.â
Travis didnât wait for her response, but stepped inside, swung the door shut behind him and kissed her in one smooth move. She couldnât think, overwhelmed by feelings and emotions and Travis.
Always Travis.
She melted against him, into him. It had been so long. Incredibly long.
Mal had known before heâd kissed her that it would lead to this. Sheâd never have let him up to her apartment if she hadnât been willing to go there. Hadnât wanted to go there.
Oh, yes.
It would only be for tonight. Closure, a last goodbye, whatever she might decide to call it in the cold light of day.
Because tomorrow morning, she would be 100 percent, completely over this.
As I close the books on the Ford family, Iâm reminded of my own family. The teasing, the laughter, the fight on top of the old rolling dishwasher that broke the kitchen door...
Mallory and Travis have a long history together. One that hasnât gone away even though theyâve been living miles apart. But theyâre back in the same city now and history seems to be repeating itself.
Iâve had a wonderful time sharing the stories of these three siblings, their lives and loves, and while Iâm wistful about saying goodbye to them, mainly I feel happy that everyone (in their own unique way) got their happily-ever-after.
I hope you enjoyed your time with the Ford family.
Happy reading,
Jennifer McKenzie
JENNIFER MCKENZIE lives in Vancouver, Canada, where it rains. A lot. Which means she gets to purchase many pairs of cute boots without guilt. She spends her days writing emails, text messages, newsletters and books. When sheâs not writing, sheâs reading or eating chocolate and trying to convince her husband that itâs a health food. He has yet to fall for it. Visit her on the web at jennifermckenzie.com.
This book is for Clark who makes me laugh (even when heâs wearing his grumpy face. Okay...especially when heâs wearing his grumpy face), cheers me on, cheers me up and is basically awesome.
Contents
THE LAST TIME Mallory Ford had seen Travis Kincaid heâd had his face buried in another womanâs lap. That woman hadnât been wearing panties.
Normally Mal wouldnât have felt anything except embarrassment and foolishness for not knocking first. But Travis had been in his office with the door unlocked and theyâd broken up only an hour earlier. Her overriding emotion had, therefore, been anger. And although that had been more than a year ago, she still hadnât forgiven him. She didnât know a person who would have.
Seeing him now, that same anger roiled up in her and made her want to dash the contents of her wineglass in his face and cut him down with some pithy commentary. The only thing that held her back was the fact that they were at her brother Owenâs backyard wedding reception. That and the fact that she was too couth to lower herself to name calling and wine tossing. She hoped.
He looked good in his white shirt and pants. All the guests were wearing white, but Travis looked especially healthy, his tan a direct contrast to the pale clothing. Living in Aruba had clearly suited him. Mal fiddled with the hem of her own white dressâa lacy fitted number with long sleeves and a high neckâand turned away.
Sheâd known Travis would be in attendance, seeing as he was best friends with Owen, but that didnât mean she had to talk to him. Instead, she crossed the small patio to the side opposite Travis and joined a conversation with some old family friends she hadnât seen in a while.
The wedding and reception were about a quarter of the size of her oldest brother Donovanâs wedding, which had happened in January, but the less formal event suited Owen and his new bride, Grace. Her parents owned the gorgeous farm they were on now. The ceremony had been out beside a small pond while the sun set and the reception was in their backyard, which felt as luxurious and stylish as anything in the city. The forest of trees behind them, the overhead heaters and the lights strung around the space created a magical environment. It helped that Grace was a professional wedding planner and her team had taken over all the decor.
