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  Reading Group Guide

  1.Do you think Quinn really saw her sister’s ghost or was it all in her head?

  2.If you think she was imagining it, was she was trying to work something out in her head? What might that be?

  3.Did Carolyn do the right thing?

  4.Did she wait too long to tell Quinn? If yes, do you find her sympathetic? If no, why do you think she took as long as she did to say something?

  5.If Quinn hadn’t met Mick, do you think she could’ve been happy with Brock?

  6.Was Carolyn a good mother to Tilly? In what ways?

  7.How does Tilly’s relationship with Dylan compare and contrast with Quinn and Mick’s?

  8.Were Quinn’s adoptive parents right to keep the adoption from her? How do you think you would handle a similar situation?

  9.Was Quinn’s reaction to it understandable?

  10.If Quinn hadn’t lost her sister, do you think she would have accepted her role in Tilly’s life as quickly?

  11.Cliff started out with a minimal role, but by the end, he seemed to be a peacekeeper—why do you think he was so invested in seeing Quinn and Tilly’s relationship work out?

  12.What do you think of Chuck? Was he someone who could have given Tilly a good life if Quinn had left?

  13.Why do you think Quinn is happier cooking at the café than back in L.A.?

  14.The rough-start relationship between Quinn and Lena seemed to lead to a real friendship. Do you think Lena can be a real friend?

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  Coming Soon . . . An Excerpt from Chasing Christmas Eve

  Chasing Christmas Eve, the next heartwarming romance from Jill Shalvis, is on sale September 2017.

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  Chapter 1

  #SonOfABeanBagChair

  “Spencer Baldwin?” an unfamiliar female voice asked.

  Shit. Anyone who used his full name was most definitely not someone he wanted to speak with. After the past few months, he knew better than to answer his phone without looking at the screen but when he was buried in work like he was, he always forgot. With both hands busy directing a drone around the room, he’d answered on voice command without thinking about it.

  “Wrong number,” he said, his drone hovering with perfect precision—and engineering—above his head. Then, to prevent a repeat, he took one hand off the controls and chucked his phone out the high, narrow window of the basement.

  Which felt great.

  Directing the drone to continue hovering, he moved to the far wall of the huge basement below the Pacific Pier Building and climbed the three foot ladder that was against the window for just this sort of situation.

  Yep. His cell phone had landed directly into the fountain in the center of the courtyard. “Three points,” he murmured just as the elevator doors opened and Elle entered.

  “Are you kidding me?” she asked in a tone that only she could get away with and not die. “You killed another one? Why don’t you just stop answering to the reporters, wouldn’t that be easier?”

  He turned his attention back to his drone. “Am I paying you to bitch at me?” he asked mildly.

  “As a matter of fact, yes,” she said. “You’re actually paying me a hell of a lot of money to bitch at you. Why don’t I just change your phone number again?”

  “He can’t,” Joe said from the other side of the room. He wore only a pair of knit boxers and stood in front of one of the three commercial grade washer and dryers, waiting for his clothes. “Me and the guys like it when he gets all the marriage proposals.”

  “You mean you like the nudie pics that come with the proposals,” Elle said and her eyes narrowed in on Joe’s body. “What the hell are you doing in your underwear?”

  Joe was an IT wizard who worked at Hunt Investigations on the second floor. He was second in charge there, a master finder and fixer of . . . well, just about anything, and fairly badass while he was at it. And although Elle terrified almost everyone on the planet, Joe just grinned at her. “Had a little tussle earlier on the job,” he said. “Spence let me in down here to use the machines.”

  Elle was not impressed. “If by tussle you mean a take-down went bad and you got blood all over yourself again, you best not be using those machines.”

  “Hey, at least it’s not my blood. And I’m fine, thanks for asking.” Elle went hands on hips. She managed this building for the owner, who happened to be Spence and she often mistook the job for world domination, trying to run his personal life as well.

  But Spence had nixed his personal life a long time ago. It was the Baldwin curse. He could be successful in his business life or his personal life – pick one – but not both. Since he objected on a very base level to going back to abject poverty, he’d long ago decided business was a safer bet than love.

  Although, to be honest, he’d made a few forays into attempting both and had failed spectacularly.

  “Hey,” Joe said to Elle. “Did you hear that Spence here is probably one of the top ten nominatees for San Francisco’s most eligible bachelor?” He snorted as if this was hysterical.

  Spence leaned forward and banged his head against the wall a few times.

  “Don’t bother, your head’s harder than the concrete,” she told him. “And yes,” she told Joe. “I saw the news. Why do you think he just threw his phone out the window?”

  “I could just scare everyone off your ass,” Joe said to Spence.

  He was kidding. Probably. And actually, Spence was more than a little tempted. This mess was all his fault, trusting someone he shouldn’t have. As a result, the press had been having a field day with his success in a very large way, threatening his privacy and also his sanity.

  Just thinking about the most eligible bachelor thing had him groaning.

  “Listen,” Elle said more kindly now. “Go take a break, okay? Then you can come back and do what you do best, shut out the world and work.”

  It was a well known fact that Spence’s ability to hyper focus and ignore everything around him was both a strength and a huge flaw. Great asset for an engineer/inventor, not so great for anything else, like, say, relationships. But actually, he was hungry, so a break sounded good. He headed toward the elevator only to be stopped by Elle.

  “Uh,” she said, gesturing to his clothes. “You might want to . . .”

  “What?” he asked, looking down at himself. So he hadn’t shaved in a few days, so what? And okay, maybe he lived out of his dryer, grabbing clean but wrinkled clothes from there in the mornings when he got dressed. Whatever. There were worse things. “Joe’s in his underwear.”

  “Hey, at least I was wearing some today,” Joe said.

  Elle took in the guy’s nearly naked form, clearly appreciating the view in spite of her being very taken in the relationship department by Joe’s boss Archer Hunt. She finally shook it off and turned back to Spence. “You know damn well when you walk across the courtyard talking to yourself, hair standing up thanks to your fingers, just the right amount of stubble in place and those black-rimmed glasses slipping down your annoyingly perfect nose, women come out of the woodworks.”

  “They do?” Joe asked.

  “It’s the hot geek look,” Elle said.

  “Huh.” Joe rubbed his jaw, where he too had stubble. “Maybe I should try that sometime.”

  “No,” Elle said. “You can’t pull off hot geek. Your looks say sexy badass, not geek, which apparently is like a siren call to crazy women everywhere.”

  Joe looked pleased. “I’m okay with that.”

  Elle ignored this and looked at Spence. “After your last romantic fiasco, you vowed to take a break, remember? So all I’m saying is that you might want to change up your look.”

  “How?”

  “I don’t know. Slouch. Get a beer gut. Fart. Whatever it is that guys do to organically turn us off.”

  “Wait,” Joe said. “You gave up sex after Clarissa dumped you?” Like, willingly?”

  “Something