Series: The One Love #1
Release Date: March 8, 2019
Staci Cortés is a dating columnist at a popular New York magazine and trying her best to get her love life in order. Greg McAdams—the one person in the world that Staci cannot stand—is a writer for a metropolitan men’s magazine, the son of her boss, and sits right across the hall from her. So when Staci is promoted to a brand new online magazine venture with a new co-editor she is beyond ecstatic, until she learns that her new partner is none other than Greg.
As the two struggle to get along and work together on their coop-editorial pieces, they both realize that there is more to the other than meets the eye. A charming story about forgiveness, compromise, and the ups-and-downs of an in-office relationship.
“Because I was hot. Am I making you feel uncomfortable?” He flashed a knowing smile.
“No.” You sure are.
“I think I have a fever.”
He walked closer and my hand went to his forehead, which felt cold to the touch.
“You seem okay,” I said as our eyes met.
His hand goes to my waist, and I knew that look he was giving me.
“If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re trying to kiss me.” I arched a brow.
“I am.” He smiled wickedly, waiting for me to move forward, but I forced myself to step back instead.
“Not a chance, McAdams,” I said, walking away from him.
“Not that I’m not happy to see you … but why are you here?”
“I wanted to check out where you lived,” I mused. “To see if your place was bigger than mine.”
“Aha! That’s the Staci I know.” His crooked grin came out full force. “But, um … not to see if I’m okay?”
I turned around to find him now stretched out on his white couch, his hair resting on top of his closed eyes. I had the urge to allow my hand to wander through his soft strands of hair and grip them tight … only without malice.
Keep it together, Staci. This is Greg, the man you despise.
Only it didn’t feel like that anymore. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to come over. It wasn’t until now I realized how much more enthralled I was with Greg. It was an attraction and nothing else. Perfectly reasonable when you worked in close proximity with someone.
“Yeah. Whatever. That, too,” I said, and Greg chuckled.
“Do you mind if I bring this into the kitchen?” I hold up the restaurant bag. “I brought you chicken soup. Want some?”
“Only if you will feed it to me.” He smiled, and I had the urge to roll my eyes at him.
“Not a chance, McAdams.”