We were slowly easing into a friendship that was gearing up to explode into something I might not recover from.īecause he ’s leaving at the end of the summer.Īnd I have no idea what I ’ll do when August ends. His own attempts to warn me away soon gave way to late-night moonlight chats by the lake. Not to mention, he tried to save my life when he mistakenly thought I was drowning.
I knew he was just passing through town for the summer. Instead, I was living my best life …as a maid.ĭark, handsome, and mysterious, everything about Noah screamed forbidden. When my mother became ill, I inherited the responsibility of making sure our guests were well taken care of. He ’d booked it for the entire summer …and I was still trying to figure out why. Nothing exciting ever happened on the lake-not until Noah moved into the small boathouse on our property. Our first encounter was embarrassing, to say the least.īut despite that, I found myself waking up every day with a newfound energy. Things didn ’t exactly get off on the right foot with Noah Cavallari. Well, apparently, you make a fool of yourself-over and over. What do you do when a sexy, older man moves into your family ’s summer rental?
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