Even after years of trauma therapy, Peyton still believes she’s broken. She has little desire to date or show off her natural beauty, content simply to hang out with her best friends and run her pie shop in New Orleans. But her world turns upside-down when a handsome architect and self-confessed player shows up in her shop and thinks she’s perfect, much more than the usual hook-up. While Peyton does her best to resist his charms, believing she could never be enough for him, she can’t deny the obvious heat between them. With Reed determined to have her, Peyton must decide whether to continue to hide behind her apron and baggy clothes or take a chance and share her scars with Reed, a man with a playboy reputation and scars of his own — a dark past he can’t possibly share with Peyton, not after learning the horrors she’s endured. But if they can find a way to trust each other, and themselves, they just might be able to heal, to save each other, to live perfectly broken together.
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Reed gave Peyton a concerned look. It was sweet she’d made his mother’s favorite, Margarita Pie, for Mother’s Day, but she’d prepared it a little different this time and decided to leave in the alcohol. And now it was causing his mother to lose all verbal filter.
“Peyton, maybe next year we’ll be celebrating you as a new mom?” Marion wondered aloud then raised her eyebrows to her son. “That would be so great, don’t you think, Reed?” He darted his eyes to his wife, who offered a polite smile to his mother.
Reed knew that smile. He’d seen it before, the fake one, her baby blue eyes dull. And he knew the reason why. Actually, he knew he was the reason. He hated it but wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. The moment it started replayed in his mind.
Just a few months ago, after telling Reed she was off to get her monthly birth control shot, Peyton cocked her head to the side and asked, “Maybe I should cancel?” He quickly responded, “Maybe not.” Peyton reached for her locket then gave a polite smile before heading out.
Peyton wasn’t the type to nag or pout to get her way. There was no point doing that anyway. They both knew what she wanted, and they both knew who was holding things up. So they didn’tdiscuss it.
And since then, almost daily, Reed could see the sadness in her eyes — like when they first met. It was there when they’d hear another couple was pregnant. And it was there when Peyton told his mother “Happy Mother’s Day” earlier today.
Reed hated to see even a glimpse of sadness in his wife. But he wasn’t sure he was ready to give up his free time, to give up having sex whenever and wherever he wanted. Peyton had changed him, made him better, but he still wasn’t too far removed from being a New Orleans playboy.
The idea of shitty diapers and spit up, not to mention sleepless nights, often just seemed too much. If he was going to lose sleep, it wasn’t going to be because of some kid with colic. It was going to be from fucking his hot wife until she ached.
Reed took a deep breath and cleared the plates from the table. When he returned, he encouraged his mother up out of her seat. “I’m sure you’ve got some other stuff to do today, Mom. I hope you’ve had a good day.”
Marion didn’t get the hint. She patted his cheek and ran her hand through his messy hair. “I have, Reed. Being with you and Peyton is very special. I just want to be a granny next year. Can you guys work on that?” She offered a tender look to her daughter-in-law. “Please?”
Peyton offered another polite smile, as Reed gnashed his teeth, cursing the alcohol in the pie and saying a quick prayer that his mother soon would leave — or at least sober up. “We’ll do what we can, Mom.”
“That’s all I need to hear,” Marion said and stood up. “I guess I’ll be going. Reed, you know your father will be waiting on me.”
He never understood why she was still married to the man — after all the scandals, the public ridicule, being dead to Reed. He’d given up trying to make sense of it. He kissed and hugged his mother, and Peyton walked her out.
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Prescott Lane is the author of First Position and her new release, Perfectly Broken. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and graduated from Centenary College with a degree in sociology. She went on to receive her MSW from Tulane University, after which she worked with developmentally delayed and disabled children. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren’t enough happily ever afters in real life.
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