by Cassie Meadows · Steamy Romantic Comedy
I inherited two things when my dad died: a beach bar with a busted neon sign, and a secret he signed in the dark. Now the bank wants their money by Labor Day, and they've sent a man in pressed khakis to put a price on the only place I've ever loved. Grant says words like "as it currently exists." Which is banker for bulldozed. He's got a clipboard, a rental car, and no idea what he's walked into: fourteen weeks, one impossible number, and a Dellucci who does not lose. The problem is he keeps showing up. Fixing the sign. Learning my regulars' orders. Looking at me like I'm the thing worth saving instead of the thing to be liquidated. I can save the bar, or I can fall for the man sent to close it. I was never any good at last call. The steamy, laugh-out-loud novella that opens the Windlass Beach series — a beach-town found-family romcom with banter, heat, and a guaranteed happily ever after. Pull up a stool.