The Love Lie

Fourteen

Reese felt like she had walked into the lion’s den. If the lion was an almost six-foot-tall blonde who looked perfectly sun-kissed as she stepped into the inn lobby, wearing a bright purple romper that draped expertly across her body.

Awareness thrummed through Reese’s veins at the sight of her, and she tamped down her visceral reaction as best she could. Reese wasn’t usually someone who let her emotions, especially ones like these, get the best of her.

But Sydney looked beautiful. And when she leveled a smile in Reese’s direction, Reese truly, finally , understood what it meant when someone’s knees went weak.