Right Man, Right Time

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To obtain permission to excerpt portions of the text, please contact the author at [email protected] All characters in this book are fiction and figments of the author’s imagination. www.authormeghanquinn.com Copyright © 2023 Meghan Quinn All rights reserved. Connect with Meghan Never miss another Meghan Quinn release! Text “read” to 474747 for Meghan’s new release alerts (message and data rates may apply)! To be the first to find out about when all of my upcoming books go live, click here. And don’t forget to add my books to your TBR! Contents Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Epilogue Excerpt - Kiss and Don’t Tell More Books by Meghan Prologue TWO YEARS AGO . . . SILAS “I don’t know, dude. Maybe I should have gone with the princess cut,” I say into the phone as I head up the elevator to my penthouse apartment that offers expansive views of the Burrard Inlet. When Sarah and I found this place, she told me we had to get it. Not only were the views everything we could have asked for, but the privacy was also a huge bonus, especially since privacy doesn’t come so easily anymore. Not when you’re the star right wing from the Vancouver Agitators. “Do we really have to go through this again?” Pacey Lawes says through the phone, clearly irritated with my inability to settle on the right ring. “I want to get this right.” The elevator shoots me up to the penthouse. “I know Sarah has been waiting for this, and I’m finally in a place in my life where I can get her the ring she deserves. I want to make sure it’s perfect.” “How many times do we have to go through this? She sent you pictures of that halo ring. That’s what she wants, and what you got matches that. Don’t change anything.” “Yeah, you’re right.” I sigh. “Shit, I’m nervous.” “Are you doing it tonight?” “No.” I shake my head even though he can’t see me. “I have to figure out her ring size first.” “That would have been job number one,” he says just as the elevator dings and the doors begin to part. “Probably.” I scrub my hand over my face as I step off the elevator. “This is my first and last proposal, so I’m not quite sure of the timetable here.” “Don’t think that’s part of a timetable. Just common sense, man,” Pacey says as I set my keys on the side table next to the elevator, kick off my shoes, and then head toward the kitchen where I find one of Sarah’s bras discarded on the counter. That’s weird. She’s a bit of a neat freak, so finding something like a bra on the counter and no other laundry feels out of place. “You there?” Pacey asks. “Uh, yeah.” I clear my throat and pick up the black lace, a bra I don’t think I’ve ever seen her wear before. And I know because I’ve been with her since high school. I’ve seen the ins and outs of this woman’s wardrobe, and I would have easily remembered a bra like this. “Hey, I have to go.” “Everything okay?” Pacey asks with concern, obviously hearing the change in my tone. “Yup, just, uh, realized I forgot to take the meat out of the freezer.” A simple lie that I know will do the trick. “Oh shit, dude, you’re in trouble.” “Don’t I know it,” I say right before hanging up and setting my phone on the counter. I examine the bra, tracing my fingers over the lace. Have I seen this before? No, definitely not. This is different. This is not the Sarah I know who only wears nude-colored undergarments. That’s all she’s ever worn, and I’ve been fine with it. I couldn’t care less. I just wanted to see what was under the undergarments, and lately, there’s been a drought in that department. She blames it on hockey, saying I’m never around. But I don’t see how my schedule is any different from last year. Sure, I might have acquired more deals that have brought in an exponentially higher income, and those commitments have stolen some of my time, but I still make an effort to make time to be available for her. She’s the one who tells me she’s tired. She’s the one who offers me her cheek when I try to kiss her good night. I spoke to the guys about it. How she never initiates intimacy, how she rolls away from me at night, and we concluded that maybe she was tired of waiting for a true commitment from me. Hence the ring. But this bra . . . maybe she’s trying to spice things up for the both of us. Maybe she left this here, knowing I was coming home and would believe it’s a clue. A smile