Made For Loving You
Rescue My Heart Book #3
Kait Nolan
Copyright © 2021 by Kait Nolan
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Contents
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Invite
A Letter to Readers
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
Epilogue
Sneak Peek Let It Be Me
Sneak Peek When You Got A Good Thing
Other Books By Kait Nolan
About Kait
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Have you read Ty and Paisley’s prequel short story?
Originally part of a group anthology, Bad Case of Loving You recounts Harrison and Ivy’s wedding, where Ty and Paisley cross paths again for the first time in eighteen years. You can read Made For Loving You without it, but I promise you don’t want to miss this meet cute. Grab your copy FOR FREE.
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A Letter to Readers
Dear Reader,
This book is set in the Deep South. As such, it contains a great deal of colorful, colloquial, and occasionally grammatically incorrect language. This is a deliberate choice on my part as an author to most accurately represent the region where I have lived my entire life. This book also contains swearing and pre-marital sex between the lead couple, as those things are part of the realistic lives of characters of this generation, and of many of my readers.
If any of these things are not your cup of tea, please consider that you may not be the right audience for this book. There are scores of other books out there that are written with you in mind. In fact, I’ve got a list of some of my favorite authors who write on the sweeter side on my website at https://kaitnolan.com/on-the-sweeter-side/
If you choose to stick with me, I hope you enjoy!
Happy reading!
Kait
Chapter 1
“Can you see my baby bump?”
Paisley Parish dutifully looked as her best friend turned sideways and smoothed her sweater over her rounded midsection. “Yes. Although, to be fair, you’ve been showing for a month.”
Emerson grimaced. “I’ve looked fat for a month. I’m trying to figure out if I look pregnant.”
Smirking, Paisley sipped at a mug of tea. “I mean, the regular announcements to all and sundry by your very hot, younger husband kinda took care of that for you.” She’d never seen anybody more excited to be a father than Caleb Romero. His enthusiasm and absolute devotion to her friend was the stuff of romance novels. Paisley would know, as she wrote them for a living. The whole thing did her heart good.
Emerson rolled her eyes, but adoration was clear in the gesture. “He’s so very proud of his virility.”
“And you’re crying so hard about everyone knowing that sexy, unicorn of a firefighter is yours.”
Color pinked Emerson’s cheeks as she offered a sheepish grin. “I mean… you’ve seen him.”
“I have indeed,” Paisley grinned back. “And if he hadn’t been in love with you all this time, I’d have pursued him myself. Alas, he only ever had eyes for you.”
Watching Emerson and Caleb dance around each other for years had been like the longest running will-they-won’t-they romance plot in a favorite TV series. But unlike a show, Paisley had the option to call the protagonists out when they were being idiots. As a devout romance lover, she prided herself on intervening only when absolutely necessary—which she had when Emerson had lost her damned mind, letting fear get the best of her and walking away from the best thing to ever happen to her. They’d toasted Paisley at their wedding, and she was angling to have Baby Romero named after her in tribute. If her own love life was a hot mess, at least someone she loved was getting a happily ever after.
Emerson slid onto the other barstool at her kitchen counter with her own mug of tea. “Speaking of love and romance, how was Ivy and Harrison’s wedding?”
And that just turned Paisley’s mind to the precise hot mess she was trying valiantly not to obsess over. She’d recently attended the wedding of another writer friend and had her world turned upside down.
“The wedding was beautiful.”
“You say that like the reception was not. Did something happen?”
She’d been sitting on this for nearly two weeks, and the not talking about it wasn’t helping. Might as well come clean. “You could say that.” She fixed her gaze on the contents of her mug, as if the chamomile held some kind of answers. “Ty was one of the groomsmen.”
The thunk of Emerson’s mug on the counter made her wince. “Ty? Like the Ty? Your Ty? The high school boyfriend, who smashed your heart to bits? That Ty?”
Paisley held in a wince. That was the part she’d been trying not to think about. “That would be the one.”
After a long moment, Emerson picked up her tea again. “Wow. How was that?”
“It was fine.” Oh, brilliant, Parish. Fine. This is why you get paid the big bucks. You have such a command with descriptive words.
“Fine like you were civil to each other at the buffet table? Fine like he got bald and fat and you’re relieved you dodged that bullet?”
Paisley pressed her lips together. Damn, that tea sure looked interesting. Maybe if she stared hard enough, she could read her own fortune.
“Pais…spill.” Emerson pulled out the Mom tone she’d perfected on her teenager, Fiona.
“Okay, okay.” Maybe if she said it fast, like ripping off a bandage. “Fine like he grew up hot as hell, and we still have enough chemistry to light up metro Nashville, and I took him home with me.’’
Emerson’s jaw dropped. “You cannot just drop a bomb like that
