The Reunion: A Small Town Romance (Love Stories From a Small Town)

Back in her hometown for her high school reunion, Faith comes face to face with her
first love from twenty years ago. But as they confront the lies that kept them apart all that time, they wonder if they can give their relationship another chance.

Faith Bennett reluctantly returns to her hometown for a job interview on the eve of her high school reunion, dreading the idea of facing her first love who shattered her heart twenty years earlier.

The memory of the woman he proposed to on the night of their high school graduation has haunted dedicated intensive care physician Dominic Vasser for two decades. So, when he finds out they’ll soon be working side by side, those old wounds he thought were healed are ripped open again.

Constantly reminded of the love she left behind, Faith navigates her new life while
Dominic struggles with his unresolved feelings and juggles the demands of his
career and family. Despite their fears, sparks fly when they cross paths, reigniting the passion they thought was long ago extinguished.

Confronted with the harsh truth that a web of lies has kept them apart for
years, Faith and Dominic grapple with the betrayal of their loved ones as they
decide if they can overcome the past and embrace a future together. 

The Reunion is a book from the series, Love Stories from a Small Town. If you like a romance with more mature couples, you’ll love this series!

Some things can never be forgotten no matter how hard you try to move on with your life. As I turned the corner and found the playground on my right, I went back in time.

A little girl at the fence waved at me as I passed by, and I wiggled my fingers back. So sweet and innocent, her whole life ahead of her. Two decades’ worth of regret brought a burn to my throat as she went back to climbing the tree that marked the spot where my life ended twenty years ago.

At the light, I turned right again into the hospital parking lot.

When I found a space, I turned off my car and flipped down the visor mirror to check myself over again.

I worked at the biggest healthcare facility in the entire state until last week, but preparing myself to step inside this tiny four-floor building had my heart fluttering and my hands freezing. I rubbed them together and breathed deeply through my nose as I stared at myself. “Pull yourself together. You got this,” I whispered.

Right before I came, I had the wrinkles injected around my eyes and cheeks, and I squinted to make sure they hadn’t popped back up. “You’re fine. Calm down.”

I pulled my gloss from my bag, pumped the applicator up and down, and swiped it across my bottom lip.

So nervous, as if my soul was warning me today was important, and I got up extra early to make sure I was perfect.

I flipped through my messages one more time to make sure I got all the details right, then opened my car door.

Perfumed with jasmine, the spring air made me sneeze when I closed the door behind me. Hardly a car lined the parking lot, and I didn’t even need to check both ways to cross the street to the sidewalk.

A town frozen in the past, and every click of my heels across the pavement dragged me back.

The glass doors parted for me, and I stopped to recheck myself in the gift shop window until a man came into view beside me. “Are you Faith?” he asked.

Peeking over my shoulder as I turned around, I smiled. “Mr. Striker?”

Immediately taking my hand, he shook it and urged me toward the elevators. “You look just like your photograph on the job site. Very photogenic.”

Walking down the hall was like flipping through the yearbook on my bookshelf, and I gave each face a nod or a smile as we passed them. “Thank you, sir.”

“How are you getting settled in?” he asked.

He pushed the elevator button and looked up at the lights as I shrugged back at him. “I should have just paid somebody to unload everything for me. My back is killing me.”

He waited for me to go inside and pushed the button. “Yeah, I hear you. You have to be careful when you reach our age.”

This man was at least ten years older than me, and I cringed at all the money I wasted if he thought we were so close. “I don’t think I asked how long you’ve been here. You’re not local. I would remember.”

He shook his head at the door and sighed as he kept track of the numbers changing. “No. The university put me in charge when they took this place over about eight years ago.”

I readjusted my bag on my shoulder when we stepped outside again, and I took in the out-of-place expensive-looking paintings and furniture lining the management suite. “Yeah, I can tell you all made out well in the merger. They talked for years about having to shut the place down, so I’m glad they finally got it all worked out.”

A lot of things were different now. Yet when I came face to face with the man smiling at me in the doorway, he was pretty much the same as the night he asked me to marry him.