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    Too Good to Be Wrong
    Too Good to Be Wrong
    Too Good to Be Wrong
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    Too Good to Be Wrong

    By Sam Crescent

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    Henry wanted April from the first moment he saw her, but he was already dating her best friend. There was no way he could have her, so he did everything he could to forget the mocha-skinned beauty.

    When a car crash injures April, and kills her friend, she doesn’t know what to do. She visits Henry since he’s just lost his fiancee, and she’s surprised when Henry offers to help her when she can’t work. For as long as she’s known Henry, April has been attracted to him but she would never act on it. She’d never betray her friend.

    What will happen when they’re together, with nothing stopping them from going after what they both want? The moment Henry touches her, April knows he’s the love of her life. Something so good, couldn’t be wrong, could it?

    This is a previously published work. It has been expanded and edited for Evernight Publishing.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateJan 5, 2016
    ISBN9781772336542
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      Too Good to Be Wrong - Sam Crescent

      Published by Evernight Publishing ® at Smashwords

      www.evernightpublishing.com

      Copyright© 2016 Sam Crescent

      ISBN: 978-1-77233-654-2

      Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

      Editor: Karyn White

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      TOO GOOD TO BE WRONG

      Sam Crescent

      Copyright © 2016

      Prologue

      April Robinson stared across the table to look at her friend. Julia wasn’t being her usual happy self. This was supposed to be a fun dinner date and shopping, yet her friend looked on the verge of tears.

      Are you okay? April asked, concerned.

      Yeah, I’m fine. Julia turned away from her, stabbing her fork into the salad leaves on her plate.

      Her friend wasn’t as talkative as usual.

      Have you and Henry had a fight?

      Why would we have a fight? Julia asked, snapping out each word.

      She held her hands up in surrender. I’m sorry. I was only asking. April went back to eating her lunch. This was supposed to be fun, and it was anything but. She checked her watch to see the time wondering when she could leave.

      I’m sorry. I shouldn’t snap at you. Henry and I, we didn’t have a fight. We’re good. In fact, I think he’s going to propose to me very soon. Julia flicked her blonde hair off her face and smiled. Isn’t that wonderful?

      Yeah, it sounds amazing. Isn’t that a little soon? April went back to her salad, pushing the leaves around the plate. Henry Jones was Julia’s boyfriend, and an extremely handsome businessman. Her friend and Henry had only been dating for a year, maybe a little longer.

      Yeah, I can’t believe it myself. I was so shocked. I didn’t even think he loved me, but I saw the ring.

      April saw Julia’s knuckles were white and tight as she held the fork tightly.

      You’re brilliant together.

      Aren’t we just? Julia said smiling. I’m bored with this salad. Shall we go back home?

      Sure.

      She placed their bill on the table leaving a nice tip to their waiter. April followed after her friend, not liking the way Julia kept her distance.

      Once inside the car, Julia took out her cell phone and tapped away at the keys. April placed the seat belt over her and waited.

      Julia gave a satisfied smile then pocketed the cell phone. Teach him a lesson.

      What’s going on? April asked.

      Nothing.

      Driving out of the mall, Julia took the roads with care. The moment they opened up, Julia increased her speed, and April held onto the seat.

      Do you want to slow down?

      Julia didn’t answer her as she drove around the curves.

      Seriously, Julia, slow down!

      Her friend laughed and suddenly veered off the road. April screamed as she saw the tree they were heading toward. The car jerked, changing direction so that the driver’s side was in the line of the tree. There was no time, and the pain was instant as the car impacted the tree.

      Chapter One

      Why are you here? Henry asked.

      April stared at the man behind the large, intimidating desk. She’d always been scared of him. Just over a year ago Henry had met her best friend, Julia, and the two had become inseparable. From the sidelines April had watched the couple grow together, feeling like a total outsider. For some reason unknown to her, Henry hated her. Julia tried to convince her that it was nothing, but April knew the hatred shining in his eyes whenever he looked at her, wasn’t nothing.

      I wanted to see how you were doing after everything. She glanced down at her hands, wishing with all of her heart that she hadn’t said anything or even come to him. Three weeks ago she’d gone out shopping with Julia. Henry didn’t want his girlfriend to go, but Julia had been determined. Looking back, April knew she should have said no. On the way home after eating a delightful lunch, Julia had run headlong into a tree, killing Julia instantly, and injuring April in the process.

      She would never forget being trapped in the car, begging for Julia to respond to her. What felt like hours but was probably only minutes had passed, but Julia never responded to her calls. April had sat beside her friend begging for her to respond and nothing. Closing her eyes, April recalled sobbing as Julia’s cell phone rang.

      Reaching into her dead friend’s pocket she’d answered Henry’s call. Telling him over the phone that his girlfriend was dead would haunt her for the rest of her life. He’d gotten to them before an ambulance or anyone else. She’d never forget the look on his face when she saw him. Henry had surprised her by helping her first to get out of the car.

      Pushing the memories aside, she got to her feet. I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t have come. She put the two crutches underneath her arms and gripped the handles. The accident caused her to break her leg, stopping her from working for the next couple of weeks. She worked as a checkout girl at the local supermarket. I just wanted you to know that I was sorry.

      Why the fuck are you sorry? Henry asked, getting to his feet. He rounded the desk with speed and planted himself on the edge in front of her. You weren’t the one driving the fucking car.

      His harsh language always surprised her. She’d grown up around men who cursed all the time. With Henry, she always expected something different. He was a successful businessman, so shouldn’t he talk differently?

      She licked her suddenly dry lips and stared at him. I don’t know what happened. I wanted to thank you for pulling me out of the car.

      The doctor who tended to her had told her if it wasn’t for Henry placing a tourniquet above her wound she’d have bled out and possibly died. The very thought of dying scared her. Her own thoughts made her feel guilty as Julia hadn’t survived. Julia’s funeral had been over a week ago. It had taken her this long to build up the courage to come and see Henry.

      I’m doing fine. He reached out and touched one of the crutches she was holding. She tensed up wondering what he was thinking. What about you? he asked.

      Easy conversation between them had never worked. Whenever they were alone, silence always worked better.

      I’m fine. She stared at the ground. Her best friend was dead, and she didn’t know how to deal with the pain of losing her loved one. She didn’t have any family of her own, as they hadn’t liked her moving to the city to be near her friend.

      You’re not fine. He stood, closing the small distance between them. Henry tilted her head back with a finger underneath her chin. You don’t get to lie to me, April. Tell me the truth.

      The intensity of his blue gaze struck her hard. Her body, which worked against her, responded to the smallest of his touches. This was the guilt she hated. There was something about Henry that called to her. His gruff voice, the hard, chiseled features, even the day-old stubble he always sported, awakened something within her. Henry was her best friend’s man, and she’d curbed those feelings for so long she didn’t know what she believed anymore. His hatred of her sure stopped her from wanting anything to do with him.

      Everything hurts, she said, gasping. I’m sorry. I just needed to see if you were okay. I rang Julia’s phone today, and I remembered— April stopped as a fresh wave of pain coursed through her entire body.

      He cupped her cheek, pulling her against him. Without thinking, she released the crutches and held onto him. Henry smelled amazing. She didn’t know what he used, but it was heady.

      Julia’s face appeared in her mind, and all the thoughts and feelings Henry inspired, she pushed aside. This was not her man. He’d never be her man. April withdrew, releasing a gasp as her balance almost gave out.

      Don’t do anything stupid, he said. Henry held onto her waist as he leaned down to grab her crutches. Once the

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