Abigail Orson has a problem. A love problem to be precise. And she has absolutely no idea how to go about fixing it.
For years now, she’s been chasing her best friend’s brother—demanding things from him that he’s never wanted to give. For one? A real relationship that stems well beyond that dreaded ‘just friends’ zone. You see, David Anderson is her idea of perfection to a T. The one and only guy who has ever had the ability to make her heart beat faster; make her toes curl with the simple blink of his long, girly lashes. But David is also a recovering amputee, and the only thing he really wants out of Abigail is to be left alone. Abigail is a fighter though, and losing the one guy who has ruined her for every other man is no longer an option.
David believes he’s a waste of space. A guy with one leg who has lost his motivation to live—to love—to actually be a man. If only the beautiful girl of his unattainable dreams would get that through her perfect, blonde, stubborn head! He’s not the right guy for Abigail. He’ll never be worthy of what she deserves. However, staying away is almost impossible, especially when he’s just as in love with her as she is with him. But Abigail has a life ahead of her, one that’s definitely livable without a nineteen–year–old gimp like him holding her down. What makes her want to stick around is beyond questionable anymore.
Choices will be made. Lines will be drawn. And together, they will face challenges that nobody saw coming. David and Abigail may have had fourteen years to fall in love, but the thing is, timing and love have never exactly worked in their favor either.
It’s been nineteen years in the making, and definitely A Long Time Coming for David and Abigail. Let’s just hope they don’t screw it up before they actually have the chance to get it right…
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He made it to his feet, swaying slightly to the side, just as she reached out a hand to steady him. Her brows drifted together, her lips were pursed to kill. All sass and spice––the girl was straight up sex in a sweater dress. “And what is that supposed to mean?” She stood with her hands at her hips. David narrowed his eyes as her neckline slipped lower. He traced the edge with his gaze, wishing it was his fingers instead.
“It just means that you’re trying to mess with my head.”
She scoffed, pressing her hand over the dip of that crack he wanted to keep ogling. Damn. That was twice now in a span of two seconds that he imagined touching that very spot. This time though, he wasn’t thinking about using his hands… He sucked in a gasp and released a quiet groan at the thought. Yeah, he was in a shit ton of trouble with this girl.
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