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    42 Hours (Time for Love, Book 3)
    42 Hours (Time for Love, Book 3)
    42 Hours (Time for Love, Book 3)
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    42 Hours (Time for Love, Book 3)

    By Bethany Lopez

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    Eight years ago, Scott and Gaby shared one very special night. Not wanting to ruin their friendship, they didn't take things further...but neither of them has forgotten.

    When Scott’s friends stage an intervention to make him realize that his fiancé, Victoria, is all wrong for him, he takes time to evaluate his life. He’s earned a big promotion and just bought his dream car, but those things are just superficial. The one time he was truly happy, was with Gaby.

    Gaby is in a good place in her life. She loves her job, has the best friends and family a girl could ask for, and is dating a sweet and sexy guy, but she’s never stopped thinking about that night with Scott.

    Eager to find happiness again, Scott makes a plan to win Gaby’s heart during a weekend getaway, but she doesn’t want to be his rebound girl. Will 42 hours be enough to convince Gaby that it's finally their time for love?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBethany Lopez
    Release dateAug 20, 2015
    ISBN9781500359317
    42 Hours (Time for Love, Book 3)
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    Bethany Lopez

    Bethany Lopez is a USA Today Bestselling author of more than thirty books and has been published since 2011. She's a lover of all things romance, which she incorporates into the books she writes, no matter the genre.When she isn't reading or writing, she loves spending time with family and traveling whenever possible.Bethany can usually be found with a cup of coffee or glass of wine at hand, and will never turn down a cupcake!Sign up for her newsletter and get a free eBook! https://landing.mailerlite.com/webforms/landing/r7w3w5

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      42 Hours (Time for Love, Book 3) - Bethany Lopez

      Bombshells.

      Scott

      Maria, have you heard anything back from Mr. Brandt on tomorrow’s meeting? I asked my secretary through the speakerphone.

      No, sir, she responded clearly. Just the initial correspondence that said to expect one.

      Alright, I said as I logged off my computer. Just shoot me a text if anything changes. I’m going to head out for the night.

      Yes, sir, she replied before disconnecting.

      I stood up and grasped my suit coat off the back of the chair, taking one last look at my calendar as I put it on and buttoned the front. I should be staying at work and making sure I was ready for my impromptu meeting with the boss tomorrow, but Gaby said we were having an emergency gathering of our friends at Cal and Shelly’s, and I’d promised her I’d be there.

      I didn’t know what it was about, but if my friends needed me, nothing would stop me from being there for them, not even my job. I could only hope everything was okay with Shelly and the baby.

      As I rode the elevator down the sixteen-story office building in the center of town, I assured myself that Gaby would have told me if it was something truly serious. She was too kind-hearted to make me walk into something devastating without a warning.

      I slid behind the wheel of my new BMW 7 Series, black on black. My lips stretched wide in a grin as that new car smell hit me. I’d wanted a new car for years, and had saved diligently, but hadn’t had enough to get the kind of car I really wanted. Then, just a few weeks ago, I’d been promoted and given a raise that made my dream become a reality.

      I thought back to the day that Mr. Brandt had called me into his office and told me that he wanted me to be the Director of Operations, because the last guy had failed to meet his expectations. I’d been floored. It was everything I’d been working for since I’d begun interning during college; I’d just never imagined I’d get the opportunity so soon. Brandt Industries was the leading supplier of medical equipment and supplies in the region.

      I locked up the beamer and jogged up the stairs as I looked at my watch. I was about fifteen minutes late, and I hoped I hadn’t kept everyone waiting.

      I opened the door and called out. I knew everyone was supposed to be there, so Cal and Shelly shouldn’t be off getting busy, but you never could be too careful.

      In the living room! Cal yelled out.

      I barely registered the fact that his voice sounded off before I turned the corner and found everyone sitting in the living room. All eyes were on me as I rounded the corner. I stopped abruptly as a feeling of unease came over me at the expression on their faces.

      Gaby and Shelly looked sad, Sasha looked nervous, and Cal and TJ just looked uncomfortable.

      What’s up? I asked nervously as their eyes bore into me.

      Gaby stood up and walked slowly toward me, her long gray skirt swishing around her legs, and the bracelets on her arms clinking together as she moved. Her long blonde hair was loose and flowed around her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and her expression was somber, but she looked as beautiful as ever.

      She held her hand out to me, and when I took it, she led me toward an overstuffed chair and indicated that I should sit, before going back to her place next to Sasha on the couch and facing me once more. Scott, she began in her soft, sweet voice, we’re all here today because we love you.

      My head swiveled as I took them all in, curious, but unsure of what Gaby was doing.

      Scott. She took a deep breath in, then let it out slowly before she said, This is an intervention. We’ve tried talking to you individually, letting you know our concerns, and although it looked like you were on the right path for a while, for some reason, you took a U-turn and headed right back down the wrong road.

      My eyes scrunched up and my head began to pound as I tried to decipher what she was saying. What the hell are you talking about, Gaby? U-turns and wrong paths … Just say what you mean.

      Victoria, Scott, Cal piped in. She’s talking about your relationship with Victoria.

      I closed my eyes briefly as blood rushed to my head.

      You can’t marry her, Scott, I heard Gaby say quietly from my right.

      I opened my eyes again and looked Cal in the eye.

      We’ve already discussed this, I said between clenched teeth.

      Yeah. Cal ran his hands through his hair, indicating his frustration. We did talk about it, and you said that you were going to break it off with her … Then, out of nowhere, the wedding was back on. What the hell, Scott?

      You know she’s wrong for you, brother, TJ said, his hand clasping Sasha’s in his, as if he was her anchor.

      We want you to be happy, Scott, and you know as well as we do, that she will only make you miserable, Sasha added, twisting the knife that my friends had metaphorically placed in my gut.

      Look, I began, trying to keep control of my anger. I know there is no love lost between you guys and Victoria, but you don’t know her the way I do.

      Are you saying behind closed doors she’s a sweet, caring, and giving woman? Shelly asked, her eyes sad as she rested her head on Cal’s shoulder. Because that’s what you deserve.

      I didn’t respond to that. No, they knew as well as I did that Victoria didn’t care for anything as much as she cared for herself, but I was so deep into this relationship, I didn’t know how to get out of it without hurting her, and my mother, in the process.

      I get what you guys are saying, I admitted. And, yes, I did try to call off the wedding at one point, but Victoria was devastated, you guys. She cried and begged me to take her back. She promised to be a wonderful wife, and to try harder to get along with you guys.

      I’m sure she was upset, Scott, and I’m sorry for that, Gaby said, pulling my attention back to her. But Victoria isn’t our concern … you are. If you stay with her, you will end up in a cold and loveless marriage, just like your parents had. Is that the way you want to live? Is that how you want to raise children?

      "You told TJ and I, at your house the night we were playing cards, that you were having second thoughts about marrying her. You asked us to ‘tell you the truth before you ruined your fucking life’ … Well, we’re telling you now, Scott, Cal pleaded. He stood up and walked toward me, laying his hand on my shoulder and looking me dead in the eyes. We’re begging you … Don’t do it."

      I closed my eyes and stood, unable to look into the faces of the most important people in my life. I have to go.

      Scott, Gaby pleaded, coming toward me.

      Gaby. I looked down into her worried eyes. I hear you, okay? I hear you all. I looked each of them in the eye before turning on my heel. I have to think, I said over my shoulder as I hurried back out the way that I’d come. I tried to avoid their gazes, but the look on Gaby’s face was imprinted on my mind, and as I started up my car and pulled away, I couldn’t shake the image.

      Fuck! I screamed out in my empty car.

      I meant what I said, I heard them. Loud and clear … And I knew they were right, but I was a coward. A total fucking coward. I hated the thought of dealing with the confrontation that I would face if I told Victoria the wedding was off … Again. She’d flipped on me last time, and deep down, I knew that she knew exactly what she was doing. Victoria was just like my mother, a master manipulator, and she knew how to push my buttons. She’d known that I would cave at the sight of her tears.

      I’d been trying to convince myself the marriage would be fine, that she would be the perfect wife for me, and the position that I held, and maybe we’d even be happy, but I knew my friends were right. I was just fooling myself. Victoria was exactly like my mother, and my mother was one of my least favorite people in the world.

      I was going to have to man up.

      It would be better to end it now, before we were legally bound together, than to live miserably.

      What Gaby said about raising kids cemented it for me. I didn’t want my kids to be raised in an environment similar to the one I’d been raised in. I wanted my family home to be like Cal’s parents. I’d always loved going there as a kid, and I still did. It was obvious that his parents loved each other, and their children. That’s the life I wanted.

      I turned the corner toward Victoria’s and pressed the accelerator.

      Gaby

      Do you think he’s okay? I asked Cal from his front window as I watched Scott pull away.

      I felt his hand on my shoulder and turned to look up at him. His dark hair was disheveled and his expression was worried.

      We did the right thing, Cal reassured me. He’s probably pissed right now, but he’s going to realize that we have his best interests at heart. I just hope he makes the right decision.

      I nodded solemnly, then turned into Shelly’s arms when she joined us.

      Don’t worry, Gabs, he’s going to be fine. I think he knows what our intent was, and it looked like he heard what we were saying, Shelly spoke softly as she held me.

      What if he stays with her? I wondered aloud, horrified at the possibility. Scott had changed over the last year. He’d become much more withdrawn and seemed to be perpetually angry. This was so unlike the sweet, funny, and happy guy I’d known for the past eight years. Scott had never been carefree, but he hadn’t been as uptight as he was lately, and maybe it wasn’t fair, but I blamed his relationship with Victoria. She was like poison.

      If that’s the choice he makes, then we’ll stand by him. He knows how we feel, but he also knows that he can depend on us to always be there for him. His decision won’t change that. Shelly pulled back and looked into my face. Right?

      Of course, I replied. I just want him to be happy.

      You did what you can, sweetheart, the rest is up to Scott. This was said by TJ as he walked over to us. We’re gonna hit the road, he said to Cal as he slapped a hand on his shoulder. We have a hot date.

      Sasha gave a bawdy laugh at his words, and said sarcastically, "You know the relationship’s getting stale when burgers and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off is considered a hot date.

      TJ strode over to Sasha, spun her around, then dipped her. He smiled broadly

      down at her before he gave her a wink and kissed her soundly. I’d been on the

      receiving end of those lips before, so when Sasha groaned loudly, I laughed out loud as

      Cal protested, Jeez, guys, take it outside.

      TJ was still grinning as he pulled Sasha back up and asked dryly, Stale, huh?

      Sasha giggled at him, then turned to give Shelly and me a hug goodbye.

      I’m going to head out too, I told Shelly.

      Are you meeting up with Brock?

      No, not tonight, I responded as I picked up my bag. He’s doing something with his brothers. I was going to head to the shop … work some stuff out in my head.

      "Are you going to be okay?" Shelly asked, her face full of concern.

      Yes, I responded sincerely. I just need to get my hands dirty and process everything.

      I said my goodbyes to Cal and Shelly, smiling at the picture they made in the doorway. They had their arms wrapped around each other’s waists, holding each other close as they waved at Sasha, TJ, and me. Shelly was only a few months pregnant, but it looked good on her. Her chestnut hair was silky and her cheeks were rosy.

      See you guys later, I called as TJ held the door to his beloved El Camino open for Sasha. Her red hair was wild around her face, and she looked casual in shorts and a tank top, rather than her normal slick suit.

      Hey, next time you and Brock are getting together, let us know, we can double date, Sasha called back, then turned to TJ as he groaned and asked, What? Why not?

      It’s cool if you wanna hang out, Red, but ‘double date’? C’mon! TJ replied with a grimace.

      Sounds good, I replied with a laugh before turning to get into my old VW Bug. It wasn’t the most beautiful car, but it was reliable and was usually overflowing with baking supplies. I’d bought it after graduation six years ago, with my own money. It was one of the few things I owned.

      I sat behind the wheel, reaching up to grab one of the hair ties off of the rearview mirror, then piling my hair into a blonde mess on top of my head. I turned the car on and cranked up the air, then placed my hand lovingly on the gearshift. The fact that my mom had taught me to drive a stick shift turned out to be a great benefit when I’d finally had enough money to buy a car, since they were so much cheaper.

      I listened to a local country radio station as I navigated toward the bakery in town where I worked. The bakery, Bee Sweet, was perched in the center of Main Street, in between a bookstore and travel shop. Katherine, the owner and my boss, had started the bakery ten years ago, and before I was an employee, I was a customer. Bee Sweet had been one of my favorite hangouts as a teenager. I’d come in with Shelly and Sasha, the whole gang, or by myself, just to relax. I’d always loved the chamomile tea and the honey croissants; they were Katherine’s specialty.

      Once she’d hired me on, I’d suggested adding filling

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