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Hold the Door By Vinni George

Open Doors, Book 1

One hidden crush.
One bunch of plastic mistletoe.
One alcohol-fueled kiss.
One set of taillights as Max Martino left town.

Sixteen years later…

Sam Addison hates change, and his company’s new merger is stretching him to his limit. When Sam finds out an older, hotter, and amazingly talented Max Martino is part of the acquisition, he knows the only way to keep his sanity is to avoid Max—and their history—at any cost.

Max never planned to settle down, but recently he’s been pining for roots. A new job, a new city, and a second chance with Sam makes the thought of staying in one place exciting for the first time ever.
But the harder Max pushes, the farther Sam runs, sometimes literally, and Max begins to wonder if Sam can ever let go of the biggest mistake Max ever made—leaving.

But maybe a second chance at forever is as simple as holding the door open for love.

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“I’m good. Are you good? You look good. You look great, actually. Very great. Lucky you caught the elevator for me. Handy having you on top of me. I mean, above me. I mean, upstairs. Wow, this elevator is warm. Do you feel warm? Is it just me?” Oh fuck, just kill me now. My face was on fire, and I knew the heat I was feeling was staining my cheeks an unattractive shade of bright pink. I stared down at the wingtip stitching on the toes of my shoes. Sweet baby Jesus in a manger, please, please let this end.

Max had the decency not to laugh at my social ineptitude, but he did smile. “Uh, thanks. You look great too, Sam. It’s really good to see you.” And there went my heart, dropping to land somewhere in the vicinity of my big toe. He thought I looked great. That was… nice to know. An awkward and not-at-all-comfortable silence filled the elevator car, and we both shifted our positions. I hiked my bag on my shoulder and flipped my phone in my hands while Max ran a hand through his hair again before shoving his hands into his pockets.

I was trying to work out how I should feel. I still felt guilty, but I no longer felt hurt. It had been a long time ago, we’d been stupid kids, and if I still felt embarrassed by the whole thing, that was on me. Just because we were stuck in an elevator together didn’t mean we had to have some big conversation rehashing the past. It wasn’t like I wanted to bring it up. In fact, that was one of the very last things I wanted to do, just above “experience waterboarding.” Interesting that I had basically equated this inevitable encounter to torture. Besides, I had already said my piece sixteen years ago. If Max wanted to talk about that day, he would have to be the one to bring it up. We could pretend we were just new colleagues, start from scratch, leave the past in the past. Maybe I couldn’t avoid Max anymore, but I could decide to set the tone for how we moved forward.

Beckett’s voice whispered “big boy undies” in my head, and I took a deep, calming breath, willing my heart to come back to my chest and my voice to stay steady. “So, um, are you settling in okay?”

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About the Author

Vinni George has been a lover of romance novels (of all shapes, sizes, and colors) since she first got her hands on one of her grandmother’s Harlequins and has never looked back. She lives in Ohio with her two favorite guys (her husband and son) and, hopefully—one day—a dog. When not writing her own stories, she can be found helping to polish other people’s novels. In her spare time, Vinni dabbles in performance art, quilting, and various culinary pursuits and enjoys traveling.

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