Hannah Bishop thinks her life is going along as planned….until she discovers that her boyfriend, Connor, is cheating on her.
She has no idea that breaking up with him will lead her to the happiness she deserves—even when Caleb Matthews, the city’s most eligible bachelor and a regular at the café where Hannah works, steps up to help her.
Hannah uncovers secrets about the man she’s running from and the man who has become her hero, realizing that not everything in life is black and white.
Combining love and action, Playing House explores the secrets people keep and the personal choices everyone must make to achieve happiness.
**Note: This story contains strong character appropriate language, violence and sexual situations.**
“Well, lucky for you, I’m still a loser and didn’t find anything better to do last night. I made you guys a lasagna and mint mocha cookies.” I beam. I love outdoing myself for them.
“Seriously?” Danny pumps his hand in the air. “I fucking love you!”
“Dude! Watch your mouth!” Thankfully, the family has already left. Caleb doesn’t seem fazed by the outburst, but I can see he’s holding back a laugh.
“All right guys, the lasagna is in the back cooler. Just throw it in the oven to reheat while the girls and I finish up.”
I make my way over to Caleb’s table. “Anything else for you today, Mr. Matthews?”
“Your cooks don’t cook for the staff?”
I shrug. “Um, well, after a while we all get bored of the food here so we try to make something different.”
“Yeah, I can see sticking to the ‘usual’ could get a bit boring.” He chuckles.
I shrug. “Some people just know what they want.”
“Right you are, Miss Hannah.” Caleb licks his lips lightly. “I’ll take the check.”
I slip the pleather check book out of my apron and place it on the table, but he has his credit card on it before I can move my hand away and grazes my knuckles with his fingertips.
I feel my cheeks burn. “Uh, I’ll be right back.” I walk back to the terminal, where Lizzy is counting out her tickets.
She eyes me. “Hmmm, that’s an interesting grin you have, Han.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” But I know my continuing blush is giving me away. She sticks her tongue out, and I roll my eyes overdramatically.
Caleb stands as I place his check back on the table. He’s much taller than I expected, and his presence causes my heart to pound in my ears.
“Until next time, Miss Hannah.”
I gulp. “Until next time, Mr. Matthews.”
After Caleb leaves, we lock the doors for the day. Cleaning off the table, I pick up the check book and see the corner of a napkin sticking out. I open the book to find a twenty-dollar tip and a napkin with a note:
Maybe next time I’ll ask you for a cookie.