Chapter 8

“Nah. It’s just my insecurities talking. Don’t know how to get past them, though.” I gave my best friend a quick hug. “I’ll be fine.”

I left Woody working on his project and went to stand in front of the cabin and stare at the ocean below. That kiss by the truck had made my knees so weak, I’d had to grab hold of René’s shirt so I didn’t fall down and make an even bigger fool of myself. Could I do what he wanted?

I crossed my arms on my chest. I had always seen myself as the bratty little brother who managed to scrape by with grades and get into college on work-study. And then I was laid-off from my job after several years kissing ass. Running my own business might not set the universe on fire, but I’d thought I could finally carve out a niche for myself and be proud of my accomplishments.

And then René came along with his charm and fantastic pastries, and I realized that I badly wanted this man, and I’d never be good enough. How could I ever hold his interest for long?