On The Run

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Take it from Aunt Hagatha darling: Fake soulmates and secrets do not mix.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I came to Whispering Key to lie low for a while. A man who has secrets to keep (like say his identity as America's favorite agony aunt) should really not find himself embroiled in the paparazzi scandal du jour. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The last thing I needed was another guy in my life since that's what got me into this mess in the first place... but then I met Beale Goodman. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He's my polar opposite. The world's largest hottest most virginal cinnamon roll. The human embodiment of goodness and light. A man whose blue eyes make me weak. A man who wouldn't know a designer label if he tripped over one. A man who rescues feral cats for heaven's sake... </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And a man who rescues me too by pretending to be my fake boyfriend-er fake </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>soulmate</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>-while I'm hiding out here. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Trouble is there's nothing fake about the way he kisses me or the way it feels to be wrapped in his arms at night. And it's hard to lay low when the strange-but-lovable people on the island are determined to welcome Beale's new man into their ranks. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>It's enough to make me realize I've been on the run for a while and that this might be the first time I've found something I want to run </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>to</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> rather than </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>from</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But only if I can keep my secrets from catching up with me.</span></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>