Mary E Thompson

His Curvy Craving Mary E Thompson

Trent

I loved my hometown in the fall. The summer guests were drifting home and the sleepy town I ran fast and far from decades ago became the home I remembered. The home I loved. I let it get to me. I let myself get sucked in. I wasn't the town's son anymore. I was nobody.

Or so I thought. That random woman I met online? I didn't think she knew who I was. She pretended she didn't. But after one night, she was trying to trap me into a lifetime together. Ha! She couldn't trick me. I wasn't falling for it. Or her.




Finley

Finally. I finally got things settled at work. I was good for nine months. Time to hang on and make a new plan. I deserved a night out. A quick fling with a rare stranger in my small town.

One night.

One time.

Not one line.

Shit. I was supposed to spend those nine months growing my business, not growing a person. Now I need to tell that stranger about the baby. If I can find him.