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  Praise for Fight or Flight

  “A delightfully flirty read full of banter and heat, Fight or Flight also captivated me with the depth of its emotional intuition. . . . I was left at the end hugging my copy, both satisfied with the fantastic read and bereft that it was over.”

  —New York Times, USA Today, and #1 international bestselling author Christina Lauren

  “[Young’s] books have it all—gorgeous writing, sexy characters, heartbreak—I’m addicted.”

  —#1 New York Times bestselling author Vi Keeland

  “Funny, witty, sexy, and a little heartbreaking, [Young’s] outdone herself with Fight or Flight, and that’s saying a lot.”

  —USA Today bestselling author Penny Reid

  “Utterly delicious and addictive, Fight or Flight is Samantha Young at her best. I could not put it down.”

  —New York Times bestselling author Kristen Callihan

  “This romance is a knockout. . . . Passionate, pure, and a perfect addition to the genre; a romance with real heart.”

  —Kirkus Reviews

  “Young makes the temperature rise in this sexy new novel, which blurs the line between friends and friends with benefits. . . . Readers will finish the novel craving more.”

  —Booklist

  Praise for New York Times bestselling author Samantha Young

  “Young pens a wonderful romance with lovable, multifaceted characters who want what everyone wants—someone to love them, no matter what.”

  —RT Book Reviews

  “Full of tenderness, fire, sexiness, and intrigue, Every Little Thing is everything I hope to find in a romance.”

  —Vilma’s Book Blog

  “Ms. Young delivers a character-driven storyline that is gripping from the get-go, injecting a beloved enemies-to-lovers trope with intense angst and eroticism.”

  —Natasha is a Book Junkie

  “A really sexy book. . . . Highly recommend this one.”

  —USA Today

  “Humor, heartbreak, drama, and passion.”

  —The Reading Cafe

  “Young writes stories that stay with you long after you flip that last page.”

  —Under the Covers

  “Charismatic characters, witty dialogue, blazing-hot sex scenes, and real-life issues make this book an easy one to devour.”

  —Fresh Fiction

  ALSO BY SAMANTHA YOUNG

  The Hart’s Boardwalk Series

  Every Little Thing

  The One Real Thing

  The On Dublin Street Series

  Moonlight on Nightingale Way

  Echoes of Scotland Street

  Fall from India Place

  Before Jamaica Lane

  Down London Road

  On Dublin Street

  One King’s Way (novella)

  Until Fountain Bridge (novella)

  Castle Hill (novella)

  Hero

  Fight or Flight

  A JOVE BOOK

  Published by Berkley

  An imprint of Penguin Random House LLC

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  Copyright © 2021 by Samantha Young

  Readers Guide copyright © 2021 by Samantha Young

  Excerpt from Fight or Flight copyright © 2018 by Samantha Young

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  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Names: Young, Samantha, author.

  Title: Much ado about you / Samantha Young.

  Description: First edition. | New York: Jove, 2021.

  Identifiers: LCCN 2020020989 (print) | LCCN 2020020990 (ebook) | ISBN 9780593099483 (trade paperback) | ISBN 9780593099490 (ebook)

  Subjects: GSAFD: Love stories. | Humorous fiction.

  Classification: LCC PR6125.O943 M83 2021 (print) | LCC PR6125.O943

  (ebook) | DDC 823/.92—dc23

  LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2020020989

  LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2020020990

  Cover design and illustration by Colleen Reinhart

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Cover

  Praise for Fight or Flight

  Praise for Samantha Young

  Also by Samantha Young

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Epigraph

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Readers Guide

  Excerpt from Fight or Flight

  About the Author

  I do love nothing in the world so well as you.

  —William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

  One

  Chicago

  I had not gone on a date in two years.

  That would explain the riot of butterflies in my stomach and the overwhelming and panic-inducing sensation building up in my gut. My foot tapped nervously against the floor.

  I took another sip of the water the waiter had brought me and tried to look like I didn’t care that my date was fifteen minutes late.

  It didn’t make sense.

  Aaron and I had been talking for four weeks, but it felt longer. We met on a dating site, and when we realized how much we had in common (a thirst for travel, an obsession with cooking and renovation shows, a true appreciation for Shakespeare, a love for quiet nights in and the occasional nonquiet night out . . .), we’d graduated to sending each other Snapchats.

  Four weeks of daily snaps.

  My cheeks burned with the heat of rejection, and I flicked my fingertips across my phone screen to open the app. I’d saved huge chunks of conversation between us because the banter was so great, and I liked to reread them.

  I looked at our snaps from last night.

  AARON T

  So what are you like in the mornings?

  ME

  Useless
without that first coffee.

  AARON T

  Note to self—priorities: bring Evie coffee in bed first thing in the morning. I need her useful there.

  ME

  ME

  Why do I need to be useful? Surely your priority in the morning is to be useful to me.

  AARON T

  Okay, here’s the plan of action. I’m useful to you first. Then I get you a coffee. This will be followed by you returning the favor of usefulness.

  AARON T

  You know “useful” is a euphemism for going downtown, right?

  ME

  *snort* I did but thank you for clarifying so charmingly.

  AARON T

  Oh that was me being a gentleman about it.

  Frowning, I turned my phone over on the restaurant table and eyeballed the entrance again. At first our flirtation had been sweet, but as Aaron and I got to know each other, things had heated up. For me, it was a weird mix of feeling reckless and safe flirting with him since I’d never met him, but he’d been so up-front with me. I had rules against dating younger men because I’d attempted it a few times and those relationships always failed due to the men’s immaturity. Aaron was twenty-eight—five years younger than me. However, within the first week, I lost all concerns about his maturity because he was so open, confiding in me about how awful his ex made him feel about himself. He’d quit law school because he was miserable and instead started over again, studying to be a vet. I loved animals, so I loved that about him. But his ex never supported him. Then when he started missing gym visits because he was studying so much, and not eating great, she’d crushed his confidence with her pointed comments about his body.

  He’d sent me snaps of himself, and Aaron was not fat. He just wasn’t built like a cover model. Who cared? He seemed like a great guy. Aaron was the two h’s: honest and handsome.

  Dating was not my favorite thing, especially online dating, and I had walls up for miles. However, because Aaron had been so forthcoming, I told him that for the last five years I’d had one bad date after another. How on my thirty-first birthday I’d declared I was taking some time out from dating. Most of my friends tried to be supportive, but you could see the worry in their eyes.

  Poor Evie. She’s in her thirties and still single. Shouldn’t she be working harder to find a man, not taking a break?

  Only my best friend and soul mate, Greer, genuinely supported this decision. Until I’d turned thirty-three a few months ago, and she’d said it was time I got back on that horse. Two years without sex was unimaginable to her.

  Meh.

  Honestly, my vibrator was a hundred percent more effective than seven of the eight guys I’d had sex with.

  My schedule and Aaron’s did not seem to want to align themselves, and tonight was the first either of us could make work. By the fourth week, it felt like we’d been talking forever, and Aaron had begun to show me his very flirty side.

  I felt like I could talk to Aaron in a way I hadn’t connected with a guy in a long time. In my desperate hope that perhaps I’d finally found someone, I’d been far too open with a man I’d never even met.

  A man who hadn’t shown up for our date.

  I opened my phone again and scrolled through my saved snaps.

  AARON T

  Tell me your favorite thing about yourself.

  ME

  I have many flaws . . . but I think I’m kind. I try to be kind.

  AARON T

  Kindness is underrated. You ARE kind. I can tell. It’s one of my favorite things about you too.

  ME

  ME

  What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

  AARON T

  My self-awareness. I know when I’m being a dick. I either try to stop myself or I apologize right away.

  ME

  Self-awareness is also underrated. I like that you’re self-aware.

  AARON T

  But not that I can be a dick, right?

  ME

  No one’s perfect. We all have dick days.

  AARON T

  So what don’t you like about yourself?

  ME

  If I’m being honest, I have physical insecurities. I’ve gotten more confident over the years, but I still have days I don’t feel great about myself.

  AARON T

  Why do you have insecurities? You’re fucking gorgeous.

  ME

  Thanks. But I’m tall and I’m not skinny. Far from it. I’ve gotten a lot of “you’re big for a woman” comments on first dates, followed by them never calling me again.

  It was true. At five foot ten, I was tall. In my four-inch heels, that put me at six foot two. But I didn’t think that was what bothered some guys. I had plentiful boobs, an ass, hips, and although I had a waist, it wasn’t super trim. Neither was my belly. Either guys loved my tall voluptuousness, or they labeled me fat. I hated that word. It made me physically flinch. But there were days, usually around my period, where I felt overweight and wondered how anyone could be attracted to me.

  Most days I was content enough with myself, even had days where I felt sexy. However, maybe I’d feel confident every day if I were a few inches shorter and a dress size or two smaller. Who knew? Didn’t we all sometimes wish we were the opposite of what we were? I gave myself a break when I had those kinds of thoughts because on most days I liked myself, inside and out.

  The trick was to guard against allowing other people to dictate how I felt about my physical appearance. However, I noticed a correlation between periods of high self-worth and low self-esteem and when I was online dating. Shallowness in men was a huge turnoff for me, yet that didn’t mean those who rejected me based on my appearance hadn’t had a subconscious effect on me.

  AARON T

  So you said you’re an editor. Where? What? Tell me more.

  ME

  I’m an editorial assistant at Reel Film, the film magazine.

  AARON T

  That’s cool. What does that mean exactly? Do you write reviews and stuff?

  ME

  No, I’m assistant to an editor. I started out in an administrative position but over the last few years I’ve helped my editor, editing the journalists’ articles.

  ME

  My editor is retiring, and his position is open. It’s likely I’ll get it.

  AARON T

  That’s awesome. Maybe I can take you out to celebrate?

  ME

  Maybe What’s your idea of celebrating?

  AARON T

  Whatever you want it to be. I aim to please

  I sighed heavily, trying to alleviate the churning in my stomach. I’d been working at Reel Film for ten years, had been passed over many times for an editor’s job, but finally my long wait was over. I was excited about it, but I was also distracted by my interactions with Aaron. He’d stolen my focus and we hadn’t even met. There was something addictive about our conversations—they made me feel young in a way I hadn’t in a long time.

  And now . . . now was he standing me up?

  I looked at the very last snap sent last night.

  ME

  Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

  I could see he’d opened it only a few hours ago.

  My fingers hovered over the keyboard. Glancing at the time on the phone, noting he was now twenty minutes late, I quickly sent a snap.

  ME

  I’m at the restaurant. Are you running late?

  A few anxious minutes passed, and then I saw he’d opened it.

  Relief filled me.

  But as a minute turned into five and there was no sign of a reply, a sick feeling rose within me. Five minutes turned into ten.

  What an idiot I’d been.
/>   Yet, even as I sat there, I did that thing people do when they turn over all the other possibilities in their head.

  Someone had stolen his phone and it wasn’t him opening the messages.

  Maybe he’d been in an accident.

  He was already in love with me and it was all just a little overwhelming.

  I gave a bark of laughter at that one and ignored the bemused look the couple at the next table gave me.

  It was then I sensed the hovering waiter. I glanced to my left and gave him a forced smile. “You need the table back, don’t you?”

  He shook his head. “No, you’re fine. I just wondered if you wanted to order anything?”

  “Do you have an alternate-reality special on the menu? You know, the kind where I don’t get stood up?”

  The waiter gave me a sympathetic smile. “Sorry, we don’t. If it makes you feel better, a lot of people would order it if we did.”

  I laughed. “Yeah? See a lot of this, do you? I wonder what his excuse will be. If he offers an excuse, that is.”

  “Maybe his dog died.”

  “Or his dog ate his goldfish and he had to do the Heimlich maneuver.”

  The waiter chuckled. “I once got stood up and he texted me to tell me that his visa had expired, and he’d left the country that day. I saw him in Andersonville two weeks later.”

  “No way.”

  “Yes way.”

  Feeling a little better at the reminder I wasn’t the only person to have ever been stood up, I told the friendly waiter I was going to head home, and he offered me a bolstering smile as I left the restaurant.

  Despite joking around about it, I felt stupid for making myself vulnerable to someone who would stand me up.

  As I strode toward the L, I kept checking my phone to see if Aaron had replied, but nothing. I tried to figure out how the guy I’d spent hours talking to for four weeks could do this. If he’d changed his mind, why hadn’t he just said so? He’d seemed like the kind of guy who would just be brutally honest with me.

  Not a coward.

  Not a dick.

  I winced.

  Well, he had warned me he could be a dick.