Series: Portland Social
Author: Quinn Miller
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 12, 2021
Cover Design: Kat Savage
For Gretchen Holt, it was barely a debt.It wasn’t something she thought about, day in and day out. She didn’t feel she was owed a single thing in this life—she learned that early on.
She wanted something, though.
That something else went by the name of Chase Carmichael. The very man who’d taken possession of her heart, years ago.
He just didn’t know it.
He also wasn’t supposed to know about the worst night of her life, let alone witness it.
But he did.
For Chase, it was the debt of all debts. The thing he lived for, on a mission to make things right between them.
He didn’t want to believe a secret could destroy so much—let alone the same girl he so desperately wants to save.
Will the perfect time ever come for them, or will his attempt at payback make them both sorry they ever tried to begin with?
“What was your peach and pit of your day, Chase?”
“My what?” He looks down at me curiously. Chase is six-foot-three to my five-foot-three.
“Your peach, the good part of your day. And every peach has a pit, a bad part. Or maybe a part of your day you wish went differently. But the peach is the good part. I want to know what your peach for the day was.”
He looks out to the ocean for what feels like eternity but is probably less than twenty seconds.
My heartbeat skips. It feels like something is about to happen.
“My pit is I wish I got here earlier.” He looks at me, taking his hands from his pockets as he reaches over and pulls my hood up. His hands drop from my face but his eyes stay on me, catching every reaction to him. “And my peach, that’s easy, G. Right now, with you.”
“My what?” He looks down at me curiously. Chase is six-foot-three to my five-foot-three.
“Your peach, the good part of your day. And every peach has a pit, a bad part. Or maybe a part of your day you wish went differently. But the peach is the good part. I want to know what your peach for the day was.”
He looks out to the ocean for what feels like eternity but is probably less than twenty seconds.
My heartbeat skips. It feels like something is about to happen.
“My pit is I wish I got here earlier.” He looks at me, taking his hands from his pockets as he reaches over and pulls my hood up. His hands drop from my face but his eyes stay on me, catching every reaction to him. “And my peach, that’s easy, G. Right now, with you.”
Quinn Miller lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, two daughters, and a crazy dog who her family calls her boyfriend. She loves to write stories that make readers feel, with a dash of spice added in.
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