He sauntered into my office with a box of doughnuts and two coffees, because urgent matters apparently warranted doughnuts. Even though it wasn’t the usual day of the week that he normally decided to grace us with his presence, Max made a special trip in to see me after I left him an urgent voice mail. Since Charlotte was taking some time off, it was the perfect opportunity to ask Max to meet me at the office for an impromptu meeting to catch up. But when the shit really hit the fan, he was always the one I turned to for advice at the eleventh hour. That was partly my choice for not opening up to him when it came to Charlotte. He was self-absorbed and not necessarily in the loop with my life. Max’s head was in the clouds half the time.

I really hated to say it, but I needed my brother. I was so incredibly torn between the selfish desire to give in to my need for Charlotte and the smart choice of letting her go. Not to mention, she would become even more attached to me. It would be extremely difficult to go back from that. Unless I was going to be with Charlotte long-term, it was imperative that I never have sex with her again. I’d told her it would only be one night, and I had the opportunity to stick to my word and not fuck everything up for good. Incredible, mind-blowing, raw sex that I would never forget for as long as I lived. We’d crossed a very big line when we had sex. It's getting hotter, sweeter, and more surprising than anything I could have imagined.I had to be careful. A love letter that did not result in a happily ever after.īut that story is nothing compared to the one unfolding between us. But that's not going to stop me from discovering the story behind his last love letter. Thanks to a twist of fate, he's my new boss. Because I've since found out something else about Mr. If only my true-love fantasies had stopped there. I also discovered he's the most gorgeous. The name embossed on the blue stationery: Reed Eastwood, obviously the most romantic man who ever lived. Stitched into the lining of a fabulously feathered design was the loveliest message I'd ever read: Thank you for making all of my dreams come true. That's when I found another bride's 'something old.' I'd gone to sell my own unworn bridal gown at a vintage clothing store. It all started with a mysterious blue note sewn into a wedding dress. From New York Times bestselling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward comes an unexpected love story of secondhand hearts and second chances…

Hate Notes by Vi Keeland