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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Epilogue

  Another Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Falling Again

  Love’s Second Chances Series Book 3

  Kathryn Kelly

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Epilogue

  Another Epilogue

  Just Pretend Excerpt

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  About the Author

  Also by Kathryn Kelly

  Chapter 1

  At the moment, Danielle Worthington was having a hard time believing in true love, much less happily ever after.

  After unclipping the camera from the tripod, she adjusted the camera’s shutter speed and photographed the models in front of her. The models were posing as a happy couple. They wore jeans and t-shirts to portray a casual, relaxed look, and stood in front of an historic wooden house with a white picket fence at Sam Houston Park. They were depicting the American Dream.

  Their smiles looked true and their affection genuine, but Avery and Jacob could barely stand the sight of each other.

  Jacob put his arm around Avery and pulled her close. They gazed at each other, their faces only inches apart. Danielle went up the stairs and stood on the other side of them. She took more photos. They were such a cute couple.

  “I’ve got enough casual,” Danielle said. “Go get dressed up, guys.”

  As Jacob and Avery turned away from each other, their smiles turned to scowls. At least they were professional enough to pretend to like each other during the shoots.

  Danielle glanced at her phone. She had two hours to get back to her office in time to meet her father for lunch. A wave of anxiety swept over her in anticipation of that meeting.

  She took a deep breath and swallowed the nausea. Her father loved her no matter what. Right?

  He’d always been there for her. There was no reason why he wouldn’t be there for her now.

  Avery and Jacob were back within minutes. Avery was now wearing a red party dress, and Jacob was wearing a black tux.

  They made such a beautiful couple.

  Danielle’s heart did a little summersault as an image of that night flashed through her mind. The night that she had worn a floor-length red dress, and Joey had worn a black suit. Danielle had felt like a princess that night. She’d thought they were in a fairy tale.

  The fairy tale hadn’t collapsed at midnight, but at six a.m. the next morning. That girl, whatever her name was, had been surprised that Joey wasn’t alone. In fact, that was the only satisfaction that Danielle took from the whole fiasco.

  Now she saw her relationship with Joey for what it had been all along: a sham, just like Avery and Jacob. She’d fallen for an illusion.

  Never again.

  After taking several more photos, she could tell that they were getting tired, and she needed to rest too.

  Walking back to the parking lot, she enjoyed the warmth of the Houston sun. She’d lived here for six weeks now, but already she had found that she liked the friendliness of the people and the warmth of the weather.

  A Los Angeles native, Houston wouldn’t have been her first choice. She had an affinity for New York, though she’d only visited there once with her stepmother, Savannah, whose love for the big city had been contagious.

  Nonetheless, Danielle was content with Houston.

  Except for one small detail.

  When she got to the parking lot, she had to call an Uber. Houston was definitely a driving town, and Danielle would be content if she never had to drive.

  After the Uber driver picked her up, she noticed an American flag decal on his rearview mirror. Seeing it was like taking an instant punch to the gut.

  Her ex-boyfriend, ex of five weeks and four days, was in the Air Force, stationed here in Houston. They’d been on-again-off-again for several years. When he’d suggested she move to Houston, she’d thought they were moving forward. Together.

  Unfortunately, she’d been moving forward alone. Danielle had subsequently implemented a self-imposed dating moratorium. It hadn’t been hard to do since she was in a strange town and knew absolutely no one other than coworkers. And since they all worked independently, she really didn’t know them either.

  She’d
found a furnished apartment to rent, a job, and left home for the first time.

  Okay, she admitted to herself that there were other factors involved. One, her mother had just gotten married a second time, this time to her high school sweetheart, so moving out of the house was long overdue. And second, Houston put her a little closer to her father, who lived in Alabama and had a charter flight company in Fort Worth.

  Though she hadn’t seen him in nearly two months, he was flying down today to take her to lunch for her birthday. Today, she would tell him that she and Joey had broken up, and she was living alone in Houston. And again, the thought made her queasy. Odd. She’d never been nervous about seeing her father before.

  Maybe she’d picked up a virus.

  Chapter 2

  Samuel Johnson was not a shopper by nature. In fact, he considered himself a man of very minimal needs: basic clothing, an iPhone and iPad, a uniform for work, and a reliable truck. Oh, and an airplane. In fact, the airplane was first on his list, but it was such a basic thing, he rarely even thought about it. Sort of like air.

  As a result, standing in the Apple store in Highland Shopping Center trying to decide whether to buy an iMac, a MacBook, a MacBook Air, or a MacBook Pro had him so completely out of his element, that he couldn’t process.

  Get her a good Apple computer and put it on the company credit card. What the boss requested, the boss got.

  Especially when the boss was Noah Worthington of Skye Travels. The man who was paying him for two weeks before he even started work to give him time to relocate from Houston to Dallas.

  The store wasn’t busy this morning, and Tom, one of the blue-shirted employees, stood patiently waiting while Samuel considered his options.

  “Do you have any questions?” Tom asked.

  Samuel nodded. “Which one should I get?”

  Tom laughed. “What do you need it for?”

  “I have no idea.”

  “No problem,” Tom assured him.

  “It’s not for me. It’s for… my boss’s daughter.”

  “Ah.” Tom’s eyes widened knowingly. “What kind of work does she do?”

  “I have absolutely no clue.”

  “Oh boy.”

  “Yeah. Oh boy indeed.” He knew her name and the fact that her father was a pilot and owner of Skye Travels, so she couldn’t be very old. “I know today’s her birthday.”

  “Well, if she works at a desk, you should probably go with the iMac. If she travels, you can’t go wrong with any of the notebooks.”

  “Her father’s a pilot.”

  “Too bad it’s not for him.” Tom scratched his chin. “Can you ask him?”

  Samuel glanced at his watch. “Not likely. He should be in the air.”

  “I don’t suppose you could ask her?”

  Samuel shook his head. “Not even a chance. It’s a surprise.”

  “We have a fourteen-day return policy.”

  A ray of hope opened up, and it was as though the weight of the world fell from Samuel’s shoulders. “Which one is more expensive?”

  “The MacBook Pro.”

  Samuel tapped the keys on the notebook computer. But the images on the MacBook Pro drew his attention. “I like that one,” he said more to himself than to Tom.

  “It’s a great computer. It just came out.”

  Samuel glanced at his watch. Always go with your gut. He knew not to overthink things. Go with your first reaction unless you have compelling evidence not to. The wisdom drilled into him as a pilot never failed to spill over into other parts of his life. Besides, if he didn’t make a decision and get moving, he was going to be late.

  Chapter 3

  Two hours later, Danielle looked up from her computer at a knock on her open door. A man holding a large box, half as tall as he was, stood in her doorway.

  He wasn’t wearing a uniform, so he didn’t appear to be a delivery guy. Besides, the box was wrapped in what at first glance appeared to be blue birthday wrapping paper, not shipping paper.

  A birthday gift? No one here at the office knew it was her birthday.

  She glanced at the time on her computer. She had a male model coming in to interview at three o’clock. Maybe he was early. She could get that out of the way while she waited on her father who was characteristically late. No doubt he would blame it on the weather or other flight delay problems.

  “You’re early,” she said.

  Confusion crossed his features. Adorable. Oh yes! He was hired before he even got inside her office. He was tall and toned with clean-cut features. It was hard to find an attractive male model without a beard these days. And those bright blue eyes were going to light up her camera.

  “I try to always be on time, if not early,” he said.

  Too bad she wasn’t doing audio. His smooth voice would be perfect.

  “Come in,” she said. “I’m meeting someone, but he’s late. We can go ahead.”

  He came inside, shifting the box. “Where do you want this?” he asked.

  “What is it?”

  “It’s an Apple computer. But I think it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

  Danielle glanced at the smaller Apple computer sitting on her desk and salivated just a little.

  Who all knew she wanted a new, larger, computer? Her mother, Claire, her father, Noah, and her ex-boyfriend.

  “Just set it here, on the floor,” she said, indicating the space beside her desk. The relief was evident on his face as he set it down. Danielle didn’t see a card attached.

  I’ll have to come back to this.

  “Sit,” she said, nodding toward the empty chair in front of her desk.

  After he sat, she laced her fingers under her chin and allowed herself to gaze into his eyes. “How long have you been a model?” She asked.

  “I’m not a model.”

  She smiled as she considered the possibility of exclusivity. She could be the only graphic artist with his handsome face on book covers. “So… no experience?”

  He frowned and shook his head. “Not with modeling.”

  “It’s okay,” she said quickly. “You don’t have to have experience.”

  He grinned and leaned back in his chair.

  Okay, maybe he’s a little too relaxed.

  “Maybe we could--” Her phone buzzed. It was a text from her father.

  Is Samuel there yet?

  She wrote back. Who is Samuel?

  I sent him to bring your birthday present.

  Danielle looked up at the man sitting across from her. Her hopes for exclusivity crumbled.

  Is it a computer? She texted.

  Silence.

  “Are you Samuel?” she asked, looking up at the man sitting across from her.

  He nodded.

  Where are you? She texted.

  Stuck at the airport in Dallas. Thunderstorms.

  “When was he going to tell me that?” She asked, rolling her eyes.

  “I’m not sure,” Samuel said.

  Danielle scowled at her phone. Who is Samuel? She typed again.

  My newest pilot.

  Why is he here?

  In the process of moving. I took advantage of him being in Houston.

  Danielle blew her bangs out of her eyes and ran a hand through her hair.

  She glared at Samuel, who wasn’t smiling anymore. “You’re a pilot,” she said, unable to keep the accusation out of her voice.

  “Right now I wish I wasn’t,” he said, straightening in his chair, one hand on the chair arm. “I can go,” he said.

  Don’t go. “Wait,” she said.

  He sat back, watching her expectantly.

  “You work for my father.” She made sure to keep her voice calm.

  “I started yesterday. Today, he sent me to buy your birthday present.”

  She smiled. “That’s my father.” She glanced at the box in her floor. “Who wrapped it?”

  “I did,” he said.

  “That seems like a lot to ask.”

 
“Oh,” Samuel said. “He didn’t ask me to wrap it. He just asked me to pick it up from the Apple store and drop it off here. He said he didn’t have time to pick it up before he met you for lunch.”

  She melted a little at the thought of this man – this handsome stranger – picking up wrapping paper for her gift and wrapping the computer himself.

  “He’s not coming,” she said.

  “It’s storming in Dallas,” he said.

  “Yeah,” she said, checking her phone. No messages. She shoved it aside.

  “Do you have alternate plans for your birthday lunch?” he asked.

  She sighed. “I’ll just order something and have it delivered. I might use the time to set up this computer.”

  “I can take you to lunch.”

  Her eyes widened. The old Danielle Worthington would have jumped at the opportunity to have lunch with a pilot who looked like a model.

  No. The new Danielle was under a dating moratorium. Maybe I should go to AA. Hi, I’m Danielle. I haven’t had a date in five weeks, four days, and ten hours.

  Lunch technically wasn’t a date.

  I’m Danielle. Please help me.

  He was waiting for an answer.

  “I’m--” I’m normally not this daft. “I can’t,” she said.

  He was frowning again. “But… it’s your birthday. Surely you want company.”

  “I do, but--” You’re too tempting.