As the only female civil engineer in her department, Grace Hudson needs space from men. Her last love interest traumatized her in ways she never saw coming; with that behind her, she is determined to focus on her career. Even so, a little flirting with a handsome stranger over coffee can’t hurt, right?
In their short interaction, Grace dazzles Dameon Locke. But he’s focused on his newest development project and keeping his company afloat after his biggest investor pulled out. So during the planning huddle with the city board, he’s stunned to find the petite spitfire he met at the coffee shop running the show.
Grace can’t ignore Dameon’s charm, but when a disgruntled developer accuses Grace of taking bribes, her world is upended. Worse still, something much more important than her job may be in peril.
With her career in shambles and her life in danger, Grace turns to Dameon…but will she risk putting him in danger too?
If one more person asked Grace when she was going to find Mr. Right and settle down, she was going to deck ’em. Why did weddings and baby showers bring on the incessant questions regarding her nonexistent love life?
On the dance floor, Colin wrapped around his newly minted wife, Parker, in a slow dance. Her brother was all smiles, and her sister-in-law had shed actual tears while reciting her wedding vows. It really had been the perfect ceremony.
Colin ws the first of them to get married. Grace was fairly certain her other brother, Matt wasn’t far behind. He danced with his live-in-girlfriend and her fellow bridesmaid, Erin. Yeah, they were just a lovey-dovey as the ones who’d tied the knot.
Truth was, Grace was insanely happy for both her brothers.
Only now that they were paired up, all family eyes were on her. Even Grandma Rose, who dementia often resulted in Grace being called Nora, her mother’s first name, followed by a question about coming home late from school…asked if Grace was ever going to find a man.
Grace leaned back in a chair, legs crossed with her toe swinging in the air to the slow music. The lights were dim, and all eyes and cameras were focused on Colin and Parker.
Behind her, the sound of a chair scooting out form under the table had Grace glancing out of the corner of her eye. Aunt Bethany.
Grace lifted the hand holding her champagne in the air before her aunt had the chance to speak.
“Not one word.”
Her aunt was Grandma Rose with a full-watt memory.
Grace heard the woman sigh over the music.
Three bars of music passed…
“Weddings always make me nostalgic,’ Aunt Beth started.
Grace felt her easy grin turn into something painful.
“Nostalgic?” Grace found herself asking.
“Oh, yes…for those early days of romance and possibilities.”
“Yup.” God, this was painful. It was like watching a train barreling down the track toward a crossing with dysfunctional arms and wondering if the oncoming traffic would get caught in its path.
Okay, maybe not that bad…but still.
“So, what is it about all your relationships that keeps you from having someone at your side at these events?”
And there it was.
Grace felt her hand tighten around the caterer’s cheap flute.
Option one: toss champagne at her aunt and cause a scene at her brother’s wedding.
Option two: drink the champagne and grit her teeth to the point of pain.
She swallowed half the glass in one gulp and proceeded to cough as some of the liquid went down the wrong pipe. She grabbed for a napkin to keep from spitting wine all over her dress and then fled the room. Eyes followed her retreat.
Outside the ballroom, the hotel lighting and decreased in noise stopped her forward motion.
Air…she needed air. Across the hall were double doors that led out ot the hotel’s garden. Colin and Parker had taken copious numbers of pictures there only a couple of hours before.
Grace cleared her throat and marched toward the doors leading outside. The second she passed the threshold, brisk December air rushed down her back.
“Holy moly.” She considered turning around.
Freeze or listen to Aunt Best?
Cold it was.
Her feet took her toward the lighted path of tress. She hugged her arms in an attempt to stay warm. The once fancy hotel in Santa Clarita was decked out for the holidays. But it wasn’t the view that snapped her out of crappy mood, it was the fact that she could see her breath.
Determined to stay outside long enough to look flushed and energized when she returned to the reception, Grace forced her legs to carry her to the end of the garden to star at the water fountain.
“This is stupid,” she muttered to herself. She rubbed her arms absently as a strange heat tickled the back of her neck. The sensation of someone watching her was unshakable. She imagined there were hotel guests looking down from their rooms and wondering what kind of fool walked arond in the cold, in a dress…without a coat.
“Me.” I’m the fool. She shifted from foot to foot and slowly turned to determined if she could locate the eyes on her. Her head tilted up, as if she were looking for stars. The spans of hotel window, all four stories of them, were in various stages of open blinds. Most were closed, but a few were wide open with the lights on in the rooms. Yet no one peered down.
Grace let her gaze sweep over the landscape and behind her towards the hotel. Several sets of automatic glass doors lined the hotels halls that wrapped around the ballrooms. Several people meandered about inside, but none seemed to have noticed her.
She was about to give up looking for the person behind the heat on her neck when she saw him.
He leaned casually against an inside pillar on the other side of the floor-to-ceiling window. He wore a suit, minus the tie. Grace tried to place him. Was he at the wedding?
She would have noticed him the second he walked into the room. Tall, which considering she was as vertically challenged as they came, didn’t take much. Rugged…as in sharp features and shoulders that filled suit jacket really…really well.
Grace realized she was staring and averted her eyes back to the fountain.
Despite the fact she could still see the vapor her breath created in the night air, she didn’t feel quite as chilled as when she walked out. That alone told her the man continued to watch.
She knelt down to adjust the strap on her shoe solely so she could confirm her suspicion.
He hadn’t budged.
In fact, she was pretty sure he smiled.
The Creek Canyon Series, Book Three
November 2020, First Edition
eBook & Print
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#7 Wall Street Journal Bestseller
#12 Amazon Kindle Bestseller
#2 Amazon New Releases in Romance
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Contemporary Women Fiction
#1 Amazon Bestseller in Contemporary
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#1 Amazon Bestseller in Contemporary
“Bybee mixes in humor and just a dash of danger to create a sweet, satisfying love story. Series fans will be delighted.”
“The sexual tension between Grace and Dameon is deliciously drawn out, and the relationship is wrapped up in a very satisfying way … this sweet, sexy book is just the escapism many people are looking for right now.”
“Everything Changes was everything I had hoped for in the final Creek Canyon book. Swoony, sensual romance. Laughs and tears. Even a touch of suspense. Catherine Bybee didn’t hold anything back, making sure her readers were entertained and left with a heart full of hope for these characters we’ve come to know and love.”
“Another brilliantly written book from Catherine Bybee that gives you all the feels where you just cannot help but root for the couple to get together and for the bad stuff to end and the good stuff to begin.”
—MRS B’S BOOKS
“There is so much to love about this story. The story starts with a bit of a slow-burn, which I love due to its authentic feel … As always with Bybee’s books, I was able to get lost in the story for a few hours and forget about the rest of the crazy world for awhile.”
—JENN AVERY ROMANCE LOVER BLOG
“Catherine’s books always make me happy. They have strong main characters, lovable secondary ones and they make you laugh and cry!”
—TWO BOOK PUSHERS
“Catherine Bybee is a go to author for me, and I know that the books in the Creek Canyon series have been extra special due to the fact that Bybee lived in the area she was writing about for so many years. With Everything Changes, she gives us the final installment in this series, and it’s another really wonderful story.”
—HEATHER, GOODREADS REVIEWER