Posey Osterhagen can't complain. She owns a successful architectural salvaging company, she's surrounded by her lovable, if off-center, family and she has a boyfriend--sort of. Still, something's missing. Something tall, brooding and criminally good-looking...something like Liam Murphy.
When Posey was sixteen, the bad boy of Bellsford, New Hampshire, broke her heart. But now he's back, sending Posey's traitorous schoolgirl heart into overdrive once again. She should be giving him a wide berth, but it seems fate has other ideas....
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October 24, 2011
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Excerpt from Until There Was You by Kristan Higgins
Every woman has a fantasy about running into the man who broke her heart. In such a fantasy, she'd be walking down the street, her well-dressed and gorgeous husband (let's say George Clooney, shall we, circa Ocean's 11) caressing her, perhaps nuzzling her neck because he can't help himself. She'd be wearing something fabulous, her hair would be glossy and perfect, she and Clooney would have just left the nicest restaurant in town, perhaps, or the poshest jewelry shop, because he insisted on buying her yet another token of his love--and then, oh, my goodness, who's that? Why it's him, the first man she ever loved, the one who didn't just break her young and loyal heart, but shattered it. He's not looking so good these days. No, the years have not been kind. He's gray--or, better yet, balding--and slackly overweight, his posture hunched. He looks at her, recognizing immediately that the biggest mistake of his life was dumping her. Pleasantries will be exchanged. Clooney will shake his hand, giving Adored Wife a wry look (Him? Really?), and as the happy couple walks away to their snazzy car, the heartbreaker of old is already forgotten. But he will gaze longingly after her, wondering how he ever could've been so blind.
That would've been nice. Much nicer, Posey Oster-hagen acknowledged, than being dressed in the waitress uniform of Guten Tag, her parents' restaurant--dirndl, ruffled skirt and vest embroidered with dwarves (yes, dwarves), not to mention the green tights and painted red clogs. Cheeks bulging with the potato dumpling she'd just crammed into her mouth, as she was at the near-fainting part of her flea-like metabolism. The back door opened and there he was, standing right in front of her.
Liam Declan Murphy, the first man she'd ever loved, and the only man who'd ever broken her heart.
No Clooney. No jewelry. Just an empty kitchen in an aging German restaurant and a fist-size dumpling practically splitting her cheeks.
Posey's mind blipped into the blue screen of death--all data erased. Fatal error. Speaking was clearly not an option.
His eyes were still that unnerving shade of clear, glacier green. Black hair showed no signs of gray or thinning. Still tall--obviously, Posey, people don't usually shrink in their thirties. Still radiating his bad-boy You want me/I ignore you vibe. Oh...bieber. This was just not good. Chew, Posey, chew, her brain instructed. She obeyed with difficulty. It was a big dumpling.
Liam was dressed in jeans, T-shirt and leather jacket, pretty much the same thing he wore back in high school, if memory served. And memory seemed to be wicked clear where Liam Murphy was concerned. He'd come to Bellsford to live with an uncle after getting out of juvie (squee!--okay, okay, she'd been fifteen, it had seemed uber-hot back then) for car theft. Rode an old motorcycle (come on!) and, as legend had it, had turned quite a few girls into women (gack). But, to everyone's surprise, he'd fallen for the squeakiest-clean girl in school, just like a plotline on Beverly Hills 90210, Posey's favorite show back then. When Emma Tate had gone off to college in California, Liam had followed. Eventually, they'd gotten married. It had been in the paper, before Emma's parents had moved to Maine. And here he was.