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Can't Hardly Breathe
Gena Showalter
New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter returns with an irresistible Original Heartbreakers story about a woman who's never felt desired and the man who wants her more than air to breathe…Bullied in high school, Dorothea Mathis's past is full of memories she'd rather forget. But there's one she can't seem to shake–her long-standing crush on former army ranger Daniel Porter. Now that the sexy bad boy has started using her inn as his personal playground, she should kick him out…but his every heated glance makes her want to join him instead.Daniel returned to Strawberry Valley, Oklahoma, to care for his ailing father and burn off a little steam with no strings attached. Though he craves the curvy Dorothea night and day, he's as marred by his past as she is by hers. The more he desires her, the more he fears losing her.But every sizzling encounter leaves him desperate for more, and soon Daniel must make a choice: take a chance on love or walk away forever.
New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter returns with an irresistible Original Heartbreakers story about a woman who’s never felt desired and the man who wants her more than air to breathe...
Bullied in high school, Dorothea Mathis’s past is full of memories she’d rather forget. But there’s one she can’t seem to shake—her long-standing crush on former army ranger Daniel Porter. Now that the sexy bad boy has started using her inn as his personal playground, she should kick him out...but his every heated glance makes her want to join him instead.
Daniel returned to Strawberry Valley, Oklahoma, to care for his ailing father and burn off a little steam with no strings attached. Though he craves curvy Dorothea night and day, he’s as marred by his past as she is by hers. The more he desires her, the more he fears losing her.
But every sizzling encounter leaves him desperate for more, and soon Daniel must make a choice: take a chance on love or walk away forever.
Praise for New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter
“Showalter...rocks me every time!”
—Sylvia Day, #1 New York Times bestselling author
“Showalter writes fun, sexy characters you fall in love with!”
—Lori Foster, New York Times bestselling author
“Sassy, smart characters and an expertly woven, unconventional plot, The Closer You Come showcases Gena Showalter in all her shining talent.”
—Kristan Higgins, New York Times bestselling author
“Showalter makes romance sizzle on every page!”
—Jill Shalvis, New York Times bestselling author
“Emotional, heart-tugging, kept me turning the pages!”
—Carly Phillips, New York Times bestselling author
“With compelling stories and memorable characters, Gena Showalter never fails to dazzle.”
—Jeaniene Frost, New York Times bestselling author
“The Showalter name on a book means guaranteed entertainment.”
—RT Book Reviews
“The versatile Showalter...once again shows that she can blend humor and poignancy while keeping readers entertained from start to finish.”
—Booklist on Catch a Mate
“Gena Showalter is a romantic genius.”
—San Francisco Book Review
Can’t Hardly Breathe
Gena Showalter
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To Jill Monroe, the best friend a girl could have.
Contents
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Praise (#ufdf25d05-c369-5255-b820-ef3004a6c28c)
Title Page (#u612e7f95-a13b-5c66-beda-64f472883a2c)
Dedication (#ue52f29ce-8091-50f5-9ef1-69b147e65584)
PROLOGUE (#u6ed7ec4f-c525-5cd8-9525-1d3f1d814360)
CHAPTER ONE (#ue8b1e447-b1bc-5c02-8b29-2921e678df8f)
CHAPTER TWO (#u23493419-6347-57da-8a2a-492e5a8a2365)
CHAPTER THREE (#ucc0ada24-ab1c-52e3-abb7-ec756b8b91e4)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u44850be3-a33b-585b-92b0-b8b66c565322)
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PROLOGUE
SOME PEOPLE EXCELLED at high school. Other people...didn’t.
Dorothea Mathis sucked so hard she made everyone else in the “didn’t” category look like rock stars.
Fighting the urge to vomit, she entered the hallowed hallways of Strawberry Valley High, home of the mighty Stallions. Today marked the first day of her sophomore year.
I’ll do better this go-round. No matter what. She would be strong and brave and stand up to Harlow Glass, the school bully; she wouldn’t run away. She would talk to other students at lunch, and she would make new friends; she wouldn’t hide in the band room. Somehow, she would convince everyone to use her given name rather than the nickname her family had cursed her with—Dottie.
Or Spotty Dottie. Or Dot dot dot, followed by laughing and pointing at the freckles on her face. Or her personal favorite, Dottie the wannabe hottie.
Today she forged a new path. I can do this!
Oh, crap! What if I can’t do this?
Insults she’d heard adults whisper behind their hands claimed center stage in her mind.
Bless her heart. Her face would turn milk into sour cream.
Poor girl. She could make a freight train take a dirt road.
Heaven’s above. She’s probably got to sneak up on a glass of water just to get a drink.
What did looks matter? So she was technically considered obese. So her eyes were too big for her face, and her teeth were crooked. Well, her teeth used to be crooked. The braces were definitely helping. So she had a mass of frizzy corkscrew curls and looked like the human version of a Dalmatian. So the heck what. She was a good person with a good heart. Nothing else mattered.
I can do this, she repeated.
Squeals of happiness rang out as kids reconnected with friends. Dorothea smiled and waved at everyone, whatever their clique, but hardly anyone acknowledged her. No biggie. Right? Improvement took time. RIGHT?
She forced herself to trudge on, head high. If only her besties were here. Lyndie Scott and Ryanne Wade. They would build her confidence.
You’re beautiful.
You’re so freaking smart.
You have the best sense of humor around.
A few months ago, Lyndie’s dad married Ryanne’s mom. They were a real family now, sisters on paper as well as heart. This year, the lucky girls were being homeschooled. Ryanne’s mom enjoyed having her only daughter nearby, and Lyndie was so quiet and reserved she functioned better in a contained environment.
When Dorothea had asked her mom about the possibility of being homeschooled, Carol had responded, “In order to feed and clothe you and your sister, I have to work two jobs. I can’t take on another responsibility, honey.”
Carol owned and operated the Strawberry Inn. Unless there was a festival in town, very few guests ever stayed overnight. For extra spending money, she waitressed at the all-night diner just down the street.
Dorothea had pouted. “You don’t understand, Momma. Without Lyndie and Ryanne, I’ll have no friends. I’ll be tormented.”
Carol had looked at her with compassion. “I’m sorry, honey, but girls like us have to learn to be as tough as nails. It’s the only way we can find happiness.”
Girls like us. Different? Unattractive?
Dorothea’s attention returned to the present as the gorgeous, popular and oh, so cruel Harlow Glass stepped into her path. Two other gorgeous, popular and oh, so cruel girls flanked Harlow’s sides. Madison Clark and Charlene Burns.
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the ugliest girl of all?” Harlow asked.
“Spotty Dottie,” Madison piped up.
“The wannabe hottie.” Charlene smiled a cold smile.
Despite the heavy thud of her heartbeat, Dorothea stood her ground. Want change? You have to be the change. “My name is Dorothea.”
“Oh, my bad. Dorkthea.” Harlow held up a can of whipped cream as if it were a weapon of mass—
Wait. Had the vicious brunette just called her Dorkthea?
