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Authors: Gretchen Galway

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Not Quite Perfect (Oakland Hills Book 3)

BOOK: Not Quite Perfect (Oakland Hills Book 3)
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Contents

From the Inside Flap

Copyright Page

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

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Epilogue

Author Note

Also by Gretchen Galway

About the Author

Not Quite Perfect

by
 

Gretchen Galway
 

Serial temp worker April Johnson is nothing like her wildly successful brothers. She doesn’t have an Olympic gold medal. She doesn’t have millions in the bank from a tech company she founded as a teenager. She doesn’t even have a place to live, not since her boyfriend sneaked off in the middle of the night—skipping out on the rent, his three-legged dog, and her. Now forced to move back home with her mother and grovel for a job from one of her brothers, April decides it’s past time she got serious about her life.

Zack Fain, on the other hand, has been too serious for years. After losing his wife to cancer at the age of twenty-six, he’s done nothing but work on his consulting business. But when he meets April at a new job, he forgets he’s a humorless suit who never gets emotionally involved. She makes him laugh, she turns him on, and he begins to wonder if it’s time he broke a few rules.

Although April refuses to get stuck in yet another dead-end relationship, Zack isn’t like any of the guys she’s dated before. This could be the real deal. This could be
serious
.

But is either of them ready for the kind of serious that lasts a lifetime?

 
 

NOT QUITE PERFECT

Copyright © 2014 by Gretchen Galway

Eton Field, Publisher

www.gretchengalway.com

Cover Design: Gretchen Galway

Cover Graphics: Shutterstock

All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, no part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without prior written permission of the Author.

All characters in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

ISBN (eBook): 978-1939872098

Chapter 1

W
ITH
CHILLY
RAIN
SPATTERING
HER
back, April stood on the front porch and stared at the old key in her hand, the same key she’d had since she turned eleven.

It was the right key. But it wasn’t unlocking the door to her mother’s house, the house she’d grown up in, the place she still considered home.
It’s probably just the humidity
, she told herself, fighting down irrational panic.

At her feet, Stool—the three-legged dog she'd just adopted that morning after her boyfriend bailed on both of them—sniffed the welcome mat and wagged his tail, not a care in the world.

I used to be like that
, April thought, shoving the key into the hole again.

Although the big house had a roof over the front porch, the wind was driving the rain at an angle, soaking her shoulders and backside. The dog, part Labrador retriever, seemed to enjoy the rain, and kept lifting his nose to the sky and lapping at raindrops.

The key still wouldn’t turn.

Where else could she go? She glanced behind her to her car. Because the house was up in the cramped, winding Oakland hills overlooking the bay, the flat parking area was just a squat rectangle of concrete in front of the garage. Her old VW, filled with all of her boxes and bags, stared back at her with its cheerful round headlights and rounded grill as if asking,
So, what’s the plan?

The eternal question.

Feeling edgy—she’d already been evicted from one home that day, and it was barely lunchtime—she pressed the doorbell for the house she’d grown up in.
 

In an attempt to lighten the mood, she shouted, “I don’t have any religious pamphlets, I swear!” A strand of her hair, curled into a tight ringlet in the humidity, stuck to her lips, and she brushed it away.

The door swung open to reveal a tall, muscular guy with blond hair and hard brown eyes: her oldest brother, Liam. The last person she wanted to see.

She bent over, grabbed Stool’s collar, and dragged him into the house. “Hey,” she said, kicking off her boots next to the hall closet and closing the front door behind her before her brother could see the contents of her car. She’d have to go back out to get her things—all of them—but he didn’t need to see that. He wouldn’t approve. Twenty-seven and moving back home with mom…

No, the perfect gold-medal-winning-fashion-CEO-mastermind and recent first-time-father, Liam Johnson, definitely would not approve.

“Where’s Mom?” she asked, hoping he didn’t notice the puddle she was leaving on the wood floor, or the river Stool was tracking in, because her big brother would have something else to add to the list of ways in which she didn’t measure up, the list he kept in his head and added to daily. “And why’d she change the locks?”

“Lost her keys on a walk,” Liam said. “What are you doing here? Whose dog is that?”

April strode over to a linen closet near the downstairs bathroom and grabbed a towel to rub down Stool. “Mom?”

“She’s next door,” Liam said, at her heels. “Helping with the baby. Bev’s walking the dogs, trying to get some air.”

Liam and his new wife, Bev, had moved into the house next door a month before their first kid was born, after buying it from Bev’s mother.

“If Mom’s helping with the baby, then what are you doing over here?” She wiped Stool’s paws. Putting her brother on the defensive was her only hope of getting him off her case. His first baby was just six weeks old, and he was probably determined to be a perfect father, since he’d been perfect at everything else so far. The weariness in his face, though, told her he was having trouble.

He loomed over her. “Don’t worry about me. What are
you
doing here?”

Her soaked sweater and thin camisole clung to her back, cold and heavy. It was the first real storm of winter, and they needed the rain after months of drought, but she wished it could’ve waited one more day, when she didn’t have to haul all of her measly possessions and a hungry dog across a San Francisco street into her double-parked economy car and then fight traffic across the Bay Bridge.

Her teeth began to chatter. Her dry clothes were in the car, and she couldn’t get them without parading her homelessness past her domineering brother. He didn’t mean to be a pain, but he was eight years older, their father had died years ago, and she was the youngest—and a girl—so he had stepped into the role.

“You look terrible,” she said. His eyes were almost as red as the stained and wrinkled T-shirt he was wearing, and he hadn’t shaved for a day or two. “Is the baby okay?”

His scowl faded. Rubbing his face with both hands, he sighed. “Merry’s great.”

“Still not sleeping?”

“Not that I’ve noticed. Bev says she sleeps while I’m out. Lots of newborns do it.” He sank into a dining room chair and thunked his forehead on the table. “Maybe I should do the same. Catch some sleep where I can.”

April, still shivering, went over and massaged his shoulders. He’d had an injury from years of competitive swimming, and she still remembered where the pressure points were for relieving the pain.

“Mm,” he said, sinking lower. After ten seconds of massage, he said, “You can’t move in. Mom’s overwhelmed with the baby.”

He didn’t mean to be a tyrant. It came naturally. Their father had been the same but lacked Liam’s nurturing, squishy center. Under there somewhere.

“I’ll help,” she said, digging a thumb beneath his shoulder blade.

He groaned in pleasure. “Mom’s over there every morning as soon as she sees a light on—sometimes in the middle of the night. Changing diapers, rocking and walking, making meals, giving Bev breastfeeding advice—”

“Sounds like you’d want me to distract her. Isn’t that driving you crazy? Mom used to get on your nerves.”

He let out a ragged breath. “You’d think. But no. We’re desperate. She’s like an EMT. She should have a siren.”

Voice trailing off, he sagged across the table. Eventually, she realized he’d fallen asleep. Stool had curled up on the floor beneath him with his chin over one of her brother’s outdoorsy slippers. So forgiving, dogs. One man abandons him, and three hours later he’s ready to pledge his loyalty to another one.

Not me
. This time had been the last straw. She’d dated losers before, but this last one had been so low, he’d deserted a
dog
. A helpless, loving animal. Man’s best friend. Sure, this one was missing a leg and liked to eat poop, but he still deserved love and respect.

And so do I
.

She continued rubbing her brother’s shoulders for another minute before jogging back to the front door, shoving her feet into her soggy boots, and bolting out to her car for her biggest duffel bag. The rain fell in uneven sheets, battered by gusts of wind, and she returned to the house as wet as if she’d fallen off the Berkeley Pier into the bay.

Liam stood in the doorway, arms folded across his chest, glaring at her through his heavy-lidded, bloodshot eyes. “Nice try,” he growled.

Still holding the duffel over one shoulder—if she put it down, he might throw it out into the rain—she held up her shaking hands. “Look at me. I’m hypothermic. I need to change.”

“You do need to change. I completely agree.”

“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” she said.

“What happened to your apartment?”

“Lost the lease.” She gritted her teeth together to control the chattering. Could she lose the lease if she’d never had one? Bob had seemed like a nice guy until he’d bailed in the middle of the night, leaving his dog, unpaid utilities, and an angry landlord who’d just discovered they had a dog in the place. Her creep radar had failed her on that one.

What
radar? Time to admit she was flying blind when it came to judging men. It was past time she kept her feet on the ground.

“Stay with a friend,” her loving brother said.

“Nobody can take me in with a dog,” she said. “And if I don’t take him in, who will? Look at him. He’s an old mutt with three legs.”

Her brother didn’t budge.

“I’m going into shock, here.” She held out her arms to show him the trembling had now spread above the elbows.

“Maybe you should’ve worn a jacket.”

Her patience snapped. He wasn’t her father, he wasn’t her, he didn’t know. “Get out of my way before I pass out.” She pushed past him, using the bag as a soggy battering ram.

“Not moving in,” he said in a low voice.

“It’s not up to you, bro.” That was bravado. He could stop her if he really wanted to, not by physical force, but guilt. If he really thought her presence would be bad for their mom, he’d convince April of it, too, and off she’d go.

“I’ll make sure it’s up to me,” he said.

“If this is because I overstayed my welcome at your apartment that time—”

“Six months. If Bev hadn’t moved in, you’d probably still be there.”

“I couldn’t afford my own place. So sue me.”

“Get a job.”

“I have—or had—a job. Lots of jobs.” She’d been temping on and off now for over five years, a milestone that made her stomach hurt. Classmates of hers had founded tech companies and become oncologists. She made pretty spreadsheets. “You don’t know what life is like for the little people, being a vice president your whole life.”

“It was hardly my whole life. I worked my ass off to get there.”

She pressed her lips together. Of course he had. Watching him work so hard for so many years, with so little happiness to show for it, she’d decided when she was very young to avoid his bad example. Was it her fault he got lucky at the last minute and found a woman who slowed him down and showed him joy?

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