My Irish Lover

JT is my best friend. I fell for him once, but falling for him again is not a risk I can afford to take.

He’s brilliant, loyal, funny, smokin’ hot—the whole package.

I wish I could find a boyfriend like JT.

He knows I’d do anything for him. He asks me to help him write a grant proposal. So, of course, I agree.

Close quarters. Late nights. Stolen looks. And I’m starting to look at JT differently.

I realize I don’t want someone like JT. I want JT.

Just when I work up the courage to tell him how I feel–
Five little words in a text message change everything.

I pack up and leave town. He doesn’t chase me. Doesn’t even call.

If I was wrong about the text…
Then I haven’t just broken my own heart—I’ve shattered his too.

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