She grins. “You spoil us.”
“It’s just a little thing.” I brush away her praise. “I love to make candy. You’re actually doing me a favor because if you didn’t take them from me, I’d eat them all in one sitting.”
“You’re too modest. How’s the store going? I told my daughter you might be calling her to help with your website. You need to call her,” she reminds me as she gives me that motherly glare that says you-better-do-as-I-say-or-else.
“I keep forgetting,” I lie.
It’s not in my nature to ask for favors, and I can’t afford her daughter. I saw how much she charges per website, and that’s five thousand dollars I don’t have. The one I created is simple, and it’s enough for now. At least until I have the money to pay her daughter or another web designer. She already does a lot for me by taking care of Dad.
After chatting for a few more minutes, Toni says, “It’s time for us to leave. Thank you so much for bringing me the balm.”
“You’re very welcome.”
Belinda gives me another hug. “Be safe. We’ll see you next week.”
“See you next week,” I confirm and wave.
“I think Mom would’ve loved them,” I say to Dad once the door closes. I return to what I was doing before, applying balm and telling him everything that’s happened in Luna Harbor.
“I covered a couple of shifts at the sports bar. It was awkward since Iskander, Efren, and Fernando Cantú were there,” I say, sighing. “He’s coming soon. Manelik. I don’t want to see him or Myka. However, there’s nothing I can do to stop them from living in Luna Harbor. This feels like a train about to collide with another one. Worst of all, I’m tied to the tracks like in one of those old Western movies you loved to watch. I can’t stop them, and I can’t move. I don’t want to see them, but I guess in a town with fewer than six thousand people, it’s impossible to avoid the Cantús—or him.”
When I’m done with the balm, I put the container back inside my bag and pull out my tablet. “Well, let’s see where we left off last week. I think Johnathan Reich was about to enter the haunted house, wasn’t he?”
I begin to read, and for one second, I pretend his green eyes are open, staring at me with that loving fatherly look he used to give me when we had family game nights or he helped me study for a test. I enjoy these moments because I don’t know how long he has left with me. He has to rest, but what’s going to happen to me when he leaves?
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Afterword
Dear Reader,
Thank you so much for spending some time in Luna Harbor.
I hope you enjoyed reading the story of Nathalie and Fisher. This book came to me slowly, unlike every book I write. The funny part is that I’ve been dying to write Fisher’s book since I wrote Call You Mine on December 2020.
There’s part of Nathalie’s story that is close to my heart which mixed with some family stuff made things a little hard to type. In the meantime, I was able to write other books and plot the story of the Cantu family, and the rest of Fisher’s friends.
If you’re wondering who’s story is next, that’ll be Nando’s. Always You where there might be two weddings and some big news. Stick around to find out more.
Thank you for picking up a copy of Perfectly You. It means the world to me that among millions of books that are published, you picked this one.
When you finish reading, and if you loved it as much as I do, please leave a review and spread the word about it among your friends.
Sending all my love,
Claudia xoxo
Acknowledgments
First and foremost, thank you to God because he’s the one who allows me to be here and who gifts me the time, the creativity, and the tools to do what I love.
Thank you for all the blessings in my life.
Thank you to my family for your endless love and support.
Hang Le, my longtime friend and my cover artist. She always understands what my books need.
Thank you to Gel for her amazing graphics and unlimited support.
To Yolanda, Patricia, and Melissa for always being there for me and for answering my nonsense.
Thank you to Amy R. for always going through the book and giving me new ideas and names.
To Amy, Mary, Dylan, and Jenny for always listening to me while I’m writing.
Thank you to Brandi, Athena, and Darlene for helping me shape this book.
To all my readers, I’m so grateful for you. Thank you so much for your love, your kindness, and your support. It’s because of you that I can continue doing what I do. My amazing ARC team, girls you are an essential part of my team. Thank you for always being there for me. My Grammers, you rock! To my Chicas! Thank you so much for your continuous support and for being there for me every day! Thank you to all the bloggers who help me spread the word about my books. Thank you never cuts it just right, but I hope it’s enough.
Thank you for everything. All my love,
Claudia xoxo
Claudia is an award winning, USA Today bestselling author.
She writes alluring, thrilling stories about complicated women and the men who take their breaths away. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her husband and her youngest two children. She has a sweet Bichon, Macey, who thinks she’s the ruler of the house—she’s only partially right. Hanna, the cuddliest and cutest Havanese/Maltese, is the one who rules them all.
When Claudia is not writing, you can find her reading, knitting, or just hanging out with her family. At nights, she likes to binge watch shows with his equally geeky husband.
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