For Fork's Sake audiobook

I haven’t lived in Fork Lick since I left for college.
I always stuck out like a sore thumb in my gossipy, backward-thinking hometown.
I don’t even fit in with my family.

But now, whether I like it or not, I’m back.
Which puts me face to face with all the reasons I left, from a meddling grandmother to brothers who ignore me.

What I don't expect to find?
The woman who upended my world nine months ago.
The one I can't stop thinking about.
Making videos with my grandmother.

Don’t read this book unless you love:
❤️Hot, grumpy, nerdy heroes
❤️Sunshiny, do-gooder heroines
❤️Forced Proximity
❤️Steamy One Night Stands
❤️Beloved pets
❤️Twin mind melds
❤️Small town hijinks
❤️Lots of smexy times

CHAPTER 1
DIANE
I knew it was a bad idea to eat in the hotel bar, but the adjoining restaurant had a half-hour wait, and I didn’t feel like driving around looking for another place in the pouring rain. When the hostess pointed at an empty barstool and my stomach grumbled, I grabbed the spot.

Now, I wish I’d gotten my meal to go. Everything had been fine when I’d ordered dinner, but the moment the bartender set it in front of me, this creep slid into the open seat next to me. A man with no sense of personal space, who will not let me eat in peace.

“I said, no thank you,” I repeat when he offers to buy me a drink. Again. My beer is only half-empty, and my appetite is gone. Where the hell did that bartender go? If I could just settle up, I could get out of here. Of course, then the guy might follow me to the elevator.

“You too good for me, is that it?” he asks, leaning even closer.

Wondering if I could get the hostess to help me out, I do my best to keep my voice even. “I’m not sur—”

“So sorry I’m late, honey,” a warm, masculine voice says from behind me. “Who’s your friend?"

Those rich tones would have me turning towards him like a flower to the sun even if there weren’t a whiny asshole bothering me. When I do, I wish he were my honey. Thick, dark hair, chisel-cut cheekbones. Unruly brows, dark-rimmed glasses, pale blue eyes. So much like Henry Cavill’s Clark Kent I’m wondering if he’s got a superhero outfit under his tailored suit.

His eyes aren’t just beautiful, they speak volumes. They’re all guard-dog protective, until I arch a brow at him. When I get a glint of humor too, I decide to play along.

“I tried to save your seat, sweetums.” My tone treacly sweet, I gesture at the man I’ve been saying no to in every way I know how for the past fifteen minutes. “But this man took it. And he won’t leave me alone.”

I swear Superman grows several inches in height as he slips between me and Won’t Take No For An Answer Dude. “Are you bothering my wife, sir?”

Dude shrinks into his stool. “No, no, I was just, uh, making sure she was taken care of, you know.”

“Kind of you, but as you can see, I’ve got it covered.” Superman waits a beat and then tips his chin. “May I have my seat back?”

I swear the other guy goes boneless as he slithers off the bar stool. “It’s all yours, my man.”

“Thanks for keeping it warm for me,” my hero says, the growl in his tone overriding the polite words.

Now more Clark Kent, my suited savior slips onto the vacated seat with the grace and agility of an athlete, eyes tracking the other man until he’s well and truly gone.

When he finally turns back to me, even his grimace is attractive. “Sorry if that was presumptive, but if you were my sister, I’d have done the same.”

As the words leave his mouth, he seems to realize what he’s said, and he adjusts his glasses, almost nervously. “That sounded weird, huh?”

I nod slowly, hiding my amusement. What is it with him? I should be pissed that he stepped in, assuming that I’d need his help. Instead, I want to grab him by the lapels of his fancy suit and kiss him silly.

“It’s just,” he continues, his cheeks flushing pink. “I do have a sister—a twin—and I get super protective, especially when she gets that look on her face.”

“The wide-eyed save-me look?”

“Exactly.” He grimaces slightly. “Do you forgive me?”

I tip my head to the side as if I’m trying to decide. “I will if you tell me your name.”

Relief has twin dimples appearing in his cheeks, and he holds out his hand to shake. “Samuel. Or Sam.”