No such thing as love…
Eddy and Henrik don’t believe in love. At least, that’s what they keep telling themselves. They’ve been burned in the past, and neither wants to be that vulnerable again.
A summer fling…
That’s all it was ever supposed to be. So why can’t they stop thinking about one another? And for Eddy–who’s moving back to America in a few weeks–the worst thing that could happen would be to fall in love with the one man who could make her question her decision.
Out of his comfort zone…
Henrik never counted on trusting love again. He’s put all his energy into his career. So why does the thought of Eddy leaving Europe for good make him want to do everything in his power to make her want to stay…?
from Maybe Tomorrow
“Well, it’s just us here. .but it’s not a scary film so we should be okay.”
Once the film started, she was so lost in it, I think she forgot I was even there. I couldn’t blame her. The story of a war photographer whose family can no longer accept the danger of her work, and the emotional maelstrom it sets off when she puts one of her children at risk, was so compelling that I was too caught up in it to remember to even eat my popcorn.
Halfway through the film, Eddy shifted in her seat and nestled into me so that her head rested on my shoulder. On the screen, a love scene unfolded between Juliette Binoche and Nikolaj Coster-Waldau as they grappled with their issues and the weight of their love for one another. And it hit me–soon Eddy would leave. She’d already made it clear she was returning to New York once Laney and Mads were back from their honeymoon. These weeks in Copenhagen were only a brief respite until she could have access to her apartment in New York. I wanted to convince her to stay despite how fleeting whatever we had was. I was no different from the husband on screen, trying to persuade his wanderlust wife to stay. The only difference was there was nothing to hold Eddy here. And I knew that the only thing we had were these days together. Whatever was going on between us–was it a fling? Were we simply friends?
When she sighed, I turned my head just enough to capture her lips with mine. I cupped her cheek with my palm and held her there. Even in the dark cinema I could see her shining eyes, the questioning they held. .but then her hand crept up to mine and her fingers slid into the space mine left and it felt like in that moment we made a promise to one another.
Kim Golden is a USA Today bestselling author of romantic fiction. Born and raised in the City of Brotherly Love, Kim left the US in 1995 and moved to Sweden for love with a capital L. When she isn’t writing fiction featuring sexy Scandinavians, she writes copy for a Swedish cosmetics firm.
She writes stories for people who know that love comes in every color.