The
Truth About Lennon
K.L.
Grayson
Release Date: February 21st
Genre: Contemporary
Romance
Lennon Barrick-St. James
is making headlines as New York City's hottest new socialite. Only she isn't
new at all. One well-intentioned night gone wrong has landed the daughter of
the vice presidential candidate Christopher St. James on the front pages of
every newspaper and magazine in the country.
Forced by her father to
stay out of the limelight, Lennon flees to the quiet town of Haven, Texas,
where she vows to lie low and avoid men. Well, except for the sexy biker she
just ran off the road--she definitely won't be avoiding him.
Noah Cunningham
Already has a girl in his
life, and he sure as hell doesn't need another. Especially the beautiful and
sinfully sweet angel that just descended upon the quiet little town he calls
home.
The only problem is that
the more time he spends with Lennon, the more he wants to be with her. And
that's just not going to work for Noah. He's already been burned once and he's
not so sure he's ready to go down that road again.
Noah has spent the last
five years putting his life back together after secrets and lies ripped it
apart. So what will happen when he learns the Truth about Lennon.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes,
I’m looking for Noah Cunningham. He was brought in by ambulance a little while
ago.”
The
woman looks me over and she smiles, but it isn’t as friendly as it should be.
“Are you family?”
“Um…”
I shake my head. “No.” Her smile fades, and I quickly improvise because I know
that look. If I’m not family, she won’t let me back there to see him. “Not yet,
at least,” I say, mustering up as much conviction as I can. “I’m his fiancée.”
Oh
shit. I can’t believe I just said that.
Too late now.
That
makes her frown. “Noah doesn’t have a fiancée.”
“How
do you know?”
Narrowing
her eyes, the woman stands behind her desk. “I grew up with Noah. Our brothers
are friends. I think I’d know if he was dating, let alone engaged,” she says—a
bit too defensively, if you ask me.
Does
this woman have a thing for Noah? A hint of jealousy sparks in my veins,
surprising me.
“I
assure you he does,” I say with just as much bite, because as it turns out, I
have a thing for him too.
The
bitch crosses her arms over her chest. “Where’s your ring?”
“I
didn’t put it on this morning. What are you, the engagement police?” Not the
cleverest thing to say, I know, but it’s the best I could come up with.
Lips
pressed firmly together, the woman glares. If looks could kill I’d be dead,
buried, and forgotten about. I glance at the woman’s name tag before meeting
her death stare head on.
“Now
I get it,” I say, snapping my fingers as though I should’ve recognized her
sooner. “You’re Penny.”
Penny’s
scowl turns into more of a frown.
“Noah
told me all about you.”
As
expected, this perks her up. “He did?” She quickly realizes her mistake. “I
mean, of course he did.”
“There
you are, Lennon!”
I
turn to see Mikey, the guy from the ambulance, walking toward us. If the look
on his face is any indication, he caught some—if not all—of my little white
lie.
Leaning
against the desk, he smiles warmly at the woman. “How are ya, Penny?”
It’s
amazing how her demeanor changes in the presence of a man. “Hey, Mikey. I’m
good. Just been workin’ a lot, ya know?”
Mikey
nods, and Penny glances at me somewhat timidly. “This woman is trying to tell
me she’s engaged to Noah.”
“Wait…”
Mikey waves a finger between me and Penny. “You mean you didn’t know about
Lennon? Brad didn’t tell you?”
Penny
shakes her head and opens her mouth to respond, but Mikey cuts her off with a
fake disappointed sigh.
“I
guess I’m not really surprised,” he says. “He hasn’t been around much lately,
what with his new job and all. How’s that going for him, anyway?”
“Good,”
she says, looking back toward me, clearly wanting to redirect the conversation.
“Good.”
Mikey nods. “That’s good. Well,” he says, clapping a hand on the desk, “I’ll
take Lennon down to Noah’s room before I go, if it’s all right with you.”
Plopping
down in her seat, Penny huffs. “Fine.”
With
a hand pressed to my back, Mikey guides me down the hall.
“Thank
you,” I whisper when I’m certain we’re out of earshot.
“Are you kidding me? Noah should be thanking
you. He’s been turning down Penny since the third grade, and now maybe she’ll
get off of his back for good.”
“Well, then…” I puff out my chest.
“I’m glad I was able to help. But I’ll be honest; I thought for sure I lied to
the wrong person. I was really worried there for a second.”
“This is a small town, Lennon. The
kind where everybody knows everybody, everybody thinks they know everything,
and you can’t piss without it ending up in the paper or on Facebook. It’ll do
you good to remember that.”
“Does that mean—”
“Yup.” He nods before I even finish.
“Penny has probably already posted about it, tweeted it, Snapchatted it, and
found a way to put it up on Instagram.”
“Great.” I stare at the hospital
door. “Now Noah’s really going to hate me, and we don’t even know each other.”
“Nah. Noah’s pretty laid back.”
I look up at him, cocking a brow.
“Okay, he’s uptight, but he’ll see
the humor in it,” he says, opening the door before quietly adding, “I think.”
A man in a long, white coat is
standing in the room, waving his hands as he talks to Noah, who is stretched
out on the bed, his jeans and T-shirt now replaced by a green hospital gown.
Noah’s eyes widen when he notices me walking into the room behind Mikey.
“What is she doing here?” he says,
cutting off the doctor.
“She’s your fiancée; where else would
she be?”
We all turn toward the snide voice.
Penny. Go figure, she must’ve followed us. She flits around the room. Doing
what? No clue. Probably just being nosy.
“Fiancée?” Noah looks from Penny to
Mikey and narrows his eyes when they land on me.
I’m
going to go straight to hell.
“It’s okay,” I soothe, sitting on the
bed next to him. Smiling down, I brush his hair off of his forehead. It’s soft,
and I let my fingers linger longer than necessary as I imagine what it would be
like to belong to this man—to be able to touch him whenever I wanted, run my
fingers through his shaggy hair, kiss him. The thoughts in my mind have no
business being there, but I can’t help but wish for every single one.
Feeling the weight of silence, I
clear my throat. “I told her.” I glance at Penny, who is frowning. “And she’s
not going to say anything, are you, Penny? Because we haven’t officially
announced it yet.”
Her eyes widen, guilt splattered
across her face. “Uh...”
“I’m so lost,” Noah mumbles, running
a hand over his ruggedly handsome face. “Maybe I did hit my head, doc.”
“I’m sorry, I missed your name.” The
young doctor sticks out his hand, which I quickly accept.
“Lennon.”
He smiles. “It’s nice to meet you,
Lennon. My name is Dr. Ward, and I took care of your fiancé when he came in. In
fact,” he says, looking at Noah, “I was just telling him what will need to be
done once he gets home.”
“Yes.” I turn toward the doctor, giving
him my full attention like any dutiful fiancée would. “Please, fill me in.”
“You don’t have to fill her in,” Noah
says, trying to nudge me off the bed. “She’s not—”
“Shush.” Pressing a finger against
his mouth, I frown. So does Noah. “He absolutely will fill me in. Who else is
going to take care of you?”
He swats my hand away. “I don’t need
anyone to take care of me.”
“That’s not entirely true,” Dr. Ward
interjects.
“Fine.” Noah rolls his eyes. “I’ll
have my mother come help me.”
“She’s on vacation,” Mikey offers,
holding his hands up in surrender when Noah shoots him a nasty glare.
“Noah, this is good. You’ll need some
assistance for a few days, someone to help you get around the house so you can
stay off your ankle,” Dr. Ward says.
“I’m good, doc, really.”
He nudges me again, but I just wrap
his hand in mine and kiss his knuckles adoringly. Noah furrows his brow and
presses his lips together. His gaze on me is so powerful, I swear the man can
hold a conversation with just his eyes.
What
the fuck are you up to?
I squint at him, letting him know
I’ve got the wheel right now. Play along
or I’ll run you off the road again.
Noah blows out a long, frustrated
breath, and I know I’ve won him over.
“Anyway.” The doctor clears his
throat. “Noah sprained his ankle during the accident. Nothing is broken, but he
did a number on it. He also has a laceration on his leg that we cleaned up. It
didn’t need stitches, but I’d like for him to keep an eye on it, because we
don’t want it to get infected. I’ll have Penny print out the instructions and
give them to you.”
I nod, and when Dr. Ward isn’t
looking, Penny rolls her eyes.
“I would like it if you could stay
off your foot for a couple of days,” he says to Noah. “Your ankle needs rest
and ice.”
“Rest and Ice. Got it.” I turn to
Noah. “I’ll just plan on staying with you for the next couple of days.”
“He’s your fiancée,” Penny exclaims.
“Don’t you live with him?”
“No.” I might not be southern, but I
do my best to tack on some southern belle charm. I press a hand to my chest,
feigning disbelief. “Daddy would not approve of that. No shackin’ up until
we’re married. Right, sweetie?”
“Shackin’ up?” Noah says.
“Whatever.” Penny walks out, followed
by the doctor, and Mikey claps his hands together.
“Well, folks, I’ve gotta get going.”
He walks toward me and squeezes my shoulder. “Lennon, I’ll swing by Noah’s
tonight and make sure you two don’t need anything.”
“Wait. What?” Noah pulls his hand
from mine and scowls up at Mikey. “She’s not really coming home with me.”
“Yes, she is.” Mikey looks to me for
confirmation, and I nod. “How else would you get home? You don’t have your
bike, and your parents are out of town.”
“You,” Noah says. “You can take me
home.”
“Sorry, man. Can’t. Gotta finish my
shift. Plus, there’s no way in hell I’m taking care of your ass.”
“But you’re a fucking paramedic.”
Mikey shrugs. “So? I do that shit all
day long. I don’t want to do it when I’m off. Plus, Lennon here has already
volunteered to take care of your gimp ass.”
“This is a fucking joke.” Noah clenches
his hands against the sheet. “She caused all of this,” he says, waving toward
his ankle. “If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t even be here.”
“And that’s exactly why I want you to
let me help,” I plead. “I feel horrible. I promise I’ll take really good care
of you, and I won’t get in your way at all. And I won’t really move in for the
next few days; I’ll just come by and make sure you don’t need anything, maybe
cook dinner for you.”
This isn’t exactly how I’d planned to
spend my first few days in Heaven, but I like the idea of taking care of
someone. Particularly this someone.
“You don’t even know me,” he argues.
I stick my hand out to shake his, and
all he does is scowl. Mikey shoves an elbow into his arm and finally,
reluctantly, Noah shakes my hand.
Mikey smiles. “Noah, meet Lennon,
your fiancée.”
“Fuck.” Noah groans,
dropping his head back on the pillow, and Mikey shoots me a wink.
K.L. Grayson resides in a
small town outside of St. Louis, MO. She
is entertained daily by her extraordinary husband, who will forever inspire
every good quality she writes in a man.
Her entire life rests in the palms of six dirty little hands, and when
the day is over and those pint-sized cherubs have been washed and tucked into
bed, you can find her typing away furiously on her computer. She has a love for alpha-males, brownies,
reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy endings…and not particularly in that
order.
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