No girl forgets her first crush. The least he could do is remember it.
Chrissy James has only been home in small-town Levenham a few weeks when her teenage crush plays hero and saves her from an aggressive drunk. Seven years ago, Nick Burroughs was the school hottie while she was the overweight girl with braces, bad hair, and an unrequited obsession with the sports star every girl in school wanted. Her failed efforts to attract Nick’s attention still burn.
Chrissy sure has his attention now, but she’s older, smarter and focused on settling into her new dream job as wine marketer. No matter how sexy he’s grown, or how keen his interest, Nick will need to do a lot more than see off a drunk if he wants to win her over.
But Chrissy doesn’t count on the determination of a Burroughs boy in love. Nick will do anything to recapture Chrissy’s heart, even if it means acting the romantic fool and embarrassing himself in the process.
Will Nick’s efforts to make amends for the past backfire or will Chrissy’s career thwart everything? Grab this cute small-town romance and find out!
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Excerpt – Chrissy and the Burroughs Boy by Cathryn Hein
He turned back and took proper stock of her. Her blue eyes were wide and her lips were pressed together, and she was rubbing one arm as though cold, but overall she looked fine enough.
‘Feeling okay?’ he asked. ‘Want me to call anyone?’
‘No need, I’m good. Thanks.’ Then she smiled, and the impact of it was like a cow kick to the chest, stealing Nick of breath and scrambling his brain. This girl wasn’t just pretty, she was gorgeous.
He grinned back dopily until her fading smile made him realise he was acting like a village idiot. No surprise. Right now, he felt like one.
‘So, ah …’ He pointed vaguely towards the line of cars. ‘I’ll walk you?’
Nick followed as she stepped out, casting an appreciative gaze over her bum as he probed his soupy brain for who she could be. She wasn’t the kind of girl he’d forget in a hurry, yet he was stuffed if he could place her. It was clear she knew him though.
‘How did you know my name?’
‘Everyone knows the Burroughs boys.’
Nick blinked. This was news. Sure, he’d had his photo in the paper a few times for footy, but that didn’t mean anything.
‘Huh. How ’bout that.’
Suddenly the girl whirled around, causing Nick, who’d been admiring her bum again, to almost crash into her. ‘You haven’t got a clue who I am, have you?’
He took in her stance: weight on one hip, arms crossed, chin slightly jutted. Trouble. Except the curve of her lips suggested more amusement than anger.
‘I feel like I should, but …’ Nick gave a lopsided smile. ‘Sorry.’
For a long moment she stared at him, then she huffed out a breath and threw her hands in the air. ‘What a waste.’
‘Yeah. A big, fat, gigantic waste.’
Nick gave the back of his neck a scratch. ‘Not sure I follow.’
‘No, you wouldn’t.’
He eyed her warily, the feeling that he’d done something horribly wrong creeping up his belly, which was unfair. He’d saved her from Leppo, done the hero thing. Girls were meant to go for that.
©Cathryn Hein 2017
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