eturn to the Brothers Montgomery Books with NEVER TOO LATE for heart-quickening action, stunning settings, and second chances at love.“Jenny?” Stan was somewhat dumbfounded, having literally bumped into the girl he’d crushed on in law school. But here she was, right in front of him, in his fricking arms. “Hi, Stan,” she said, as if this were the most normal thing in the world. “What are you doing here? I mean, do you live in town? Are you on vacation? Are you…” Stan sputtered... moreeturn to the Brothers Montgomery Books with NEVER TOO LATE for heart-quickening action, stunning settings, and second chances at love.“Jenny?” Stan was somewhat dumbfounded, having literally bumped into the girl he’d crushed on in law school. But here she was, right in front of him, in his fricking arms. “Hi, Stan,” she said, as if this were the most normal thing in the world. “What are you doing here? I mean, do you live in town? Are you on vacation? Are you…” Stan sputtered. Idiot, what are you doing?She smiled, closed her eyes, and shook her head. “I can’t believe I ran into you.” She said, gracefully extricating herself from his arms. “Literally.”“Do you have time for lunch, coffee?” There was no way in hell Stan was going to just walk off now. Not after fate put Jenny right in his path.She glanced at her watch. A beautiful, simple piece on her delicate wrist. Then she looked up between her gorgeous dark lashes. “Lunch sounds great.”Stan hadn’t been expecting her to actually say yes. He’d almost fainted. Him. Stan, the closer. His insides were churning like a net full of marlin. Jenny smiled, like she was trying not to laugh, and Stan felt himself blush. Come on, Stan really? Get it together!He looked around for a close spot, not willing to give her time to change her mind. They were on a block of boutique shops and eateries with outside seating. The beach within walking distance.“Here or by the water?” He asked.Her eyes sparkled. “Water.”He reached out to take her bags and guided her in the right direction. Suddenly, he and Jenny were walking side by side as they made their way to his favorite beachside restaurant. It also happened to be in the hotel where he was staying. The food was outstanding, the atmosphere spectacular. They entered from the back instead of going through the lobby and Stan handed the hostess a tip as he passed her the bags to hold while they dined. Then, as if this afternoon hadn’t held enough surprises, the hostess looked at Jenny and said, “Would you like me to put these in your room, Ms. D’Angelo?” Stan couldn’t decide which part of that sentence was the luckiest; that Jenny was staying here, too, or that she was back to using her maiden name. less
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