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💕Second Chance Romance💕 The Back-Up Planner by Amber Reed Cape Shore Romance Series 🌸Slow Burn 🌸Second Chance Romance 🌸Friends to Enemies to Lovers 🌸He Falls First 🌸Small Town Romance 🌸Spicy Beach Read 🌸Swoon Worthy My whole life fit neatly into two rolling suitcases that bumped along the brown tile. There was some message hidden beneath the symbolism, but I didn’t want to know what it was. I worked hard for the entirety of the three-hour train ride to not think about anything at all. I tried listening to my self-help audiobook, but rage-quit when they got to the part about the pitfalls of people-pleasing. I had somehow managed to both anti-people-please and people-please my way onto a train back home, leaving behind a wake of uncertainty. No amount of pithy advice was course-correcting this disaster anytime soon. “At least it can’t get any worse,” I whispered to myself. But another helpful little voice in my brain quickly reminded me that it had only been twenty-four hours. The wheels of my suitcases clacked along the tile of the tiny station filled to bursting with Cape Shore paraphernalia—t-shirts, hats, and hundreds of pamphlets for the zoo, lighthouse, and historical locales. Until I moved away, I had never been inside the transit/visitor center. Now I wondered if anyone besides commuting locals actually ever went into the unassuming single-story building. Outside, the salty air did more to transport me to a different place and time than the train had. I took in a deep breath, trying to decide if being home healed my soul or added salt to my wounds. A seagull screeched overhead, and I followed its arc in the sky, watching it land on an overflowing trash can by the curb. Mere feet away, leaning casually against the bus stop enclosure, was an all too familiar, impossibly broad-shouldered, devilishly handsome man. I had spoken far too soon. It absolutely could get worse. My heart thrummed in my chest. I definitely wasn’t ready for this. “You’re back.” Gabe’s gravelly voice pulled at suppressed memories and threatened to bring a smile or scowl to my lips. I had no idea which. But his own blank expression kept me from showing any emotion. Read Now—>📚