If the Trap Fits: A Reformed Bully Romance by Sage Abbott

Author:Sage Abbott [Abbott, Sage]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-03-12T00:00:00+00:00

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The Apple Festival of Rosewood Pines was one of the biggest events of the year, rivaled only by the Christmas Tree Lighting and 4th of July celebrations. Vendors lined the park with rows of stands selling everything from apple pies to apple butter to apple cider and everything in between.

From my stand, I watched children darting through the crowds with candy apples, their faces smeared with sticky red syrup, while couples strolled arm in arm.

Despite the cheerful atmosphere, uneasiness clenched my stomach. Since Troy jerked me off yesterday, I hadn’t seen him again. He was avoiding me, going so far as to skip dinner Gladys had invited me to last night. How was I supposed to find him in this crowd? Would he even show up? He seemed so impatient to get out of this town.

“No apple pie?” A young man stopped at my table, his wide brown eyes focused more on me than the pretzels. His face was pierced in interesting places: lips, eyebrows, cheeks, and nostrils. “I was told if I wanted the best apple pie to find your stall.”

“Unfortunately, no apple pie this year. Thought I’d try something new, so I made apple cinnamon soft pretzels.”

“Yum.” He licked his lips, but his gaze shifted up and down my body instead of the pretzels. “I think I’ll try one.”

“Let me know how you like it.”

“I’m sure I’ll like it a lot.”

He paid for the pretzel and bit into it, then widened his eyes dramatically. “Marry me.”

I laughed, his exaggeration pulling me out of my funk. “But I don’t even know your name.”

“I’m Connor. My grandmother’s Louisa.”

Ah, that Connor.

“Well, nice to meet you, Connor.”

“It is? Then maybe I’ll ask you out for a drink later. If I did, would you say yes?”

A man appeared next to Connor. Troy looked from Connor to me, a scowl etched on his face

Interesting.

“Maybe now is not the right time for this conversation.” Connor laughed, then paid me for two more pretzels. “I’ll catch you later. Think about it.”

He walked away, hips swinging.

“Didn’t know you were selling other things besides pretzels,” Troy said.

“For the right person, I can.”

His scowl deepened. “It’ll never work.”

“What won’t?”

“You and that guy.”

He fell silent when two kids ran up to the stall wanting some pretzels. They were a little short on money, but I gave them anyway.

“Why’s that?” I asked when they left.

“You’re not compatible. You’re both bottoms.”

I raised my eyebrows, stifling back my laugh. “Oh, he is? Did you ask him?”

“It’s obvious.”

“You should know better than to stereotype. Didn’t you also assume I topped?”

He’d been so worried that the first time we were to do it, he’d find himself at the bottom.

“Yeah, well, I’m not wrong about him.”

“You want pretzels?” I asked. “I can make you a fresh batch later.”

“I’ve had one too many. Gladys asked me to get some for her before they sell out.”

“I saved a batch for her at home. I know she has a sweet tooth.”

“Oh, I’ll let her know.”

He turned, but before he could walk off, I grabbed his wrist.

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