Only with You: A Second Chance Widower Small Town Romance (Annapolis Harbor Book 1)

I shouldn’t have wasted any time on him. I slipped the ring into the front pocket of his suit jacket.
“You should have discussed it with me first. We could have avoided this.”
“I asked your father’s permission,” Layton said as if that was the sole deciding factor. As if my opinion didn’t matter.
Dad stood behind Layton. I had done what he’d wanted ever since Mom died. In the beginning, it was a desire for him to work less and be home more often. Over the years, it morphed into wanting his love and approval.
My father leaned in, whispering in a low voice. “Hadley Ann Winters, he’s a good match. Don’t say or do anything you’ll regret.”
“Why? What do you get out of me marrying Layton?” It had to benefit him in some way. He’d insisted I major in business and attend law school. Working at the U.S. Attorney’s office reflected nicely on him. He’d expressed pleasure when I started dating Layton, but he’d never taken things this far before. It was too much.
“It’s time for you to settle down and come work for me.”
“The answer is no, and it will always be no.” I looked at my father and then at Layton, so there was no mistake I was speaking to both of them. If I stayed, I’d say something I regretted. I hadn’t called my dad out on his behavior since my mom died and it wasn’t the time or the place. Instead, I turned and walked away.
I ignored the stares and whispers that followed me. I knew my dad operated on manipulation and lies but expecting me to marry Layton—someone I didn’t like, much less love, went beyond what I tolerated from him in the past.
A doorman opened the door as I approached, and I stepped out into the humid Louisiana evening. I was done with my father. I stood on the sidewalk, waiting for my driver to pull up, unease curling up my spine. I needed to go home and regroup. I needed to figure out how I was going to handle the fallout.
“That was quite an exit, sister.” I turned to find Colin leaning against the wall, a teasing smile on his face, his hands in his suit pockets.
“I wasn’t expecting any of that.” I gestured behind me.
“You weren’t expecting Layton to propose or weren’t expecting him to do it at an event in front of Dad, our friends, and a room full of strangers?” He placed air quotes around friends before walking the few steps to stand next to me.
I raised my brow at him. He smiled wider, so that his dimple popped. The town car pulled up and we waited for the driver to open it for us. “Neither. Where were you?”
“I didn’t want to interrupt the touching moment.”
“You’re such an asshole, sometimes.” I smiled as I sunk into the soft leather cushion.
“I’m a lovable asshole.”
“You are.” The little brother I’d worried about had grown into a man—one who, despite our father, was carefree and fun.
Colin’s face tightened. “It’s about time you stood up to him.”
“He said it was time I came to work for him.” He’d groomed me for a position in his business but now he was interfering in my personal life.
“He thinks marrying Layton will keep you close?”
“And under his thumb.”
“Will you let me be here for you like you’ve been for me?”
When I didn’t respond, he sighed heavily. All teasing was gone from his face, leaving the haunted look. The one he’d had after Mom died. The one I swore I’d fix. At her funeral, I vowed to be there for him. I’d never let him down.
“You’ve fulfilled your vow to me. It’s your turn to live a little. I’ll be fine.”
He was the reason I’d stayed so long in New Orleans when I wanted to escape Dad’s reach. What would it be like to be on my own with no apartments, no drivers, and no safety net? It usually would have scared me, but this time, the desire to escape overrode that fear.
“I think it’s time for you to do your own thing,” Colin said.
Since I graduated from law school, I tried to carve out a life separate from Dad, but in reality, I still lived in an apartment I didn’t pay for, in a building my dad owned. Who was I? What did I want? The sad part was after twenty-eight years, I had no idea.

Chapter Two


Hadley
I stood in the doorway to my friend, Taylor’s office, at the U.S. Attorney’s office the Monday after the proposal. I was starting to think of my life as pre-proposal and post-proposal.
“What are you going to do?” Taylor asked.
“I don’t know. I live in my dad’s building at his insistence I live in a safe building.” I’d acquiesced, but it was more evidence of my father’s manipulation and control.
“Are you going to take that transfer to Baltimore?”
It was another Assistant U.S. Attorney’s job. Instead of trying cases, I’d be assisting with rape kits and victims—ensuring the kits were processed timely and the cases proceeded without delays. Taylor had recently applied for and gotten a similar job here in New Orleans. Baltimore was far away from New Orleans, and my father. The thought of living on my own was scary.
Taylor’s forehead wrinkled. “If living in his building means you have to marry who he wants, then it’s not worth it.”
“Each thing he has financed came with strings and expectations. If you major in business, I’ll pay your tuition. If you go to law school, I’ll pay for it.” I’d wanted to major in English, but Dad thought it was an impractical degree.
“Someone offering to pay for your education is a big deal. I don’t blame you. My parents did too, but there were no expectations or requirements.”
“It seemed innocent. In law school, you’re told not to work. We were going to be too busy studying. My dad was all too happy to set me up in an apartment and with a driver.