A.J. Wynter [Wynter - Accidental Chances: A Small Town Love Story (Chance Rapids Book 3)

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ACCIDENTAL CHANCES

Chance Rapids

Book 3

A.J. Wynter

About This Book

R EPEAT AFTER ME: NEVER , EVER, fall in love with your fake fianc.

Oh, Please.

That's easy. I hate him.

Sure, he's hot and his abs could make a washboard jealous, but he's also arrogant, cocky, and worst of all, a player...

Now, we're stuck playing house in Chance Rapids; faking it for his family - and the small-town rumor mill.

They have to believe that we love each other - a life depends on it.

That means putting on a show: kissing, holding hands, and gazing into his crystal blue eyes...but that's where it ends.

Nope. There's no way I'm sleeping with him.

This is a business arrangement, and I don't mix business and pleasure.

But, tell that to the butterflies in my stomach, the ones that go wild whenever he touches me.

We can never be together, but I think I'm in trouble...

What do you do when your fake relationship starts to feel real?

Accidental Chances has all the small-town feels you love: canoes, cabins, and loads of flannel shirts. This is the third book in the Chance Rapids Series, but can be read as a stand-alone.

Chapter 1

S ERENA PULLED BACK the sliding glass doors and stepped out onto the balcony of her high-rise condo. As she suspected, even thirty stories up the summer air was hot, which meant it would be scorching at street level. She smiled. She had the perfect outfit for her date tonight. She was meeting a guy named Thomas, but he pronounced it tow-mass . He checked all of her boxes: tall, banker, six-pack abs.

She stepped back into her studio loft, pulled on a silk sundress, and spun her long blonde hair into a messy topknot. Unlike her friends, Serena loved the sweltering weather it gave her face a dewy glow that couldnt be created with makeup alone. A little sweat went a long way in her photographs.

She put her phone into a tripod to take a photo of herself leaning over her balcony. She knew her angles and how to look contemplative, yet sexy. She set the timer and arched her back unnaturally, not enough for the camera to pick it up, but enough for her ass to pop. Fifty shots later, she selected the winner and set to work applying filters until she was happy with the finished product. She flipped through her quote book and selected one about horizons and light and posted it to her social media account. Satisfied, she propped her phone up on the ledge of her medicine cabinet and videoed her makeup routine. She made sure to hold up the products that she was being paid to use and wax poetic about how she couldnt live without them. She posted the video and checked the number of likes on her contemplative balcony shot. Six hundred so far, not too shabby. She smiled and dropped her phone into her handbag, slipped her feet into her favorite gladiator sandals and headed out the door to meet Thomas, hoping that he would be different from all the rest.

He was standing outside of the restaurant looking at his phone as her car pulled up. She could tell it was him and was pleasantly surprised that he was just as handsome as in his photos. He looked like hed stepped off the pages of a sailing magazine, wearing a pressed linen shirt, Bermuda shorts, and Top-Siders.

She sashayed up to him and wanted to ask him where he had docked his yacht, but instead just smiled and said, Hi. She rarely let her humor shine until she really knew someone. Not everyone got her dry sense of humor.

Hi, he said and smiled back without showing his teeth. Shall we? he gestured to the tapas bar and opened the door for her. They squeezed into the narrow entranceway of the restaurant and Serena shivered as the air conditioning blasted on her shoulders.

Thomas grinned at the pretty hostess and leaned onto the sleek black desk. Trent, for two.

The dark-haired hostess consulted her book and then shook her head, I have a Trent at 9 p.m.

I must have booked it under my first name, he chuckled. Thomas, party of two for seven. He leaned onto the hostess stand, so he was only inches from her face.

The girl trailed her pointy fingernail down the lines of the appointment book, Oh, here it is, Thomas, she giggled.

Serena watched as her date blatantly flirted with the hostess. She cleared her throat and Thomas turned and smiled at her.

Follow me, the hostess said without meeting Serenas eyes.

Serena trailed behind Thomas and the hostess. At the table, she slipped into the dark booth and rubbed her arms to combat the goosebumps that had erupted all over her body. Thomas sat across from her and pulled the nautical sweater that had been draped over his shoulders on over his head.