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  The Dream Guy Next Door

  A Guys Who Got Away Novel

  Lauren Blakely

  Little Dog Press

  Contents

  Also by Lauren Blakely

  About

  The Dream Guy Next Door

  1. January

  2. Liam

  3. January

  4. Liam

  5. Liam

  6. Liam

  7. January

  8. January

  9. Liam

  10. Liam

  11. Liam

  12. Liam

  13. Liam

  14. January

  15. January

  16. Liam

  17. January

  18. Liam

  19. Liam

  20. January

  21. January

  22. Liam

  23. January

  24. Liam

  25. January

  26. Liam

  27. January

  28. Liam

  29. Liam

  30. January

  31. Liam

  Epilogue

  Also by Lauren Blakely

  Contact

  Copyright © 2021 by Lauren Blakely

  Cover Design by Helen Williams.

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  Mister O

  Well Hung

  Full Package

  Joy Ride

  Hard Wood

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  Rules Of Love Series

  The Rules of Friends with Benefits (A Prequel Novella)

  The Virgin Rule Book

  The Virgin Game Plan

  The Virgin Replay

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  The Guys Who Got Away Series

  Dear Sexy Ex-Boyfriend

  The What If Guy

  Thanks for Last Night

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  The Men of Summer Series

  Scoring With Him

  Winning With Him

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  The Gift Series

  The Engagement Gift

  The Virgin Gift

  The Decadent Gift

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  The Extravagant Duet

  One Night Only

  One Exquisite Touch

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  MM Standalone Novels

  A Guy Walks Into My Bar

  One Time Only

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  The Heartbreakers Series

  Once Upon a Real Good Time

  Once Upon a Sure Thing

  Once Upon a Wild Fling

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  Boyfriend Material

  Asking For a Friend

  Sex and Other Shiny Objects

  One Night Stand-In

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  Lucky In Love Series

  Best Laid Plans

  The Feel Good Factor

  Nobody Does It Better

  Unzipped

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  Always Satisfied Series

  Satisfaction Guaranteed

  Never Have I Ever

  Instant Gratification

  Overnight Service

  PS It’s Always Been You

  Special Delivery

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  Lucky Suit

  Birthday Suit

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  From Paris With Love

  Wanderlust

  Part-Time Lover

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  One Love Series

  The Sexy One

  The Only One

  The Hot One

  The Knocked Up Plan

  Come As You Are

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  Sports Romance

  Most Valuable Playboy

  Most Likely to Score

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  Standalones

  Stud Finder

  The V Card

  The Real Deal

  Unbreak My Heart

  The Break-Up Album

  21 Stolen Kisses

  Out of Bounds

  My One Week Husband

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  The Caught Up in Love Series

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  The Dating Proposal

  The Second Chance Plan (previously called Caught Up In Us)

  The Private Rehearsal (previously called Playing With Her Heart)

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  Seductive Nights Series

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  One More Night

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  About

  A sexy, swoony falling-for-the-neighbor standalone romance from #1 New York Times bestselling author Lauren Blakely!

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  Just my luck - my new next door neighbor is a unicorn.

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  Yep, the British hottie is clearly a mythical man because - get this - he's a sexy, witty, charming, big-hearted single dad.

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  Who, wait for it, wants to find Mrs. Right and get hitched.

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  He’s a once-in-a-blue-moon kind of man, and it’s a darn shame I’m not on the market. If I were, his accent alone would melt me. Add in the fact that he's a veterinarian, and my animal-loving heart would be flip flopping.

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  But my heart's on the mend. I'm a single parent like him, and raising my teenage daughter is my top priority. Plus, falling for a guy who shares your property line is a line you shouldn’t cross.

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  Still, I'm an outgoing gal, so I do the neighborly thing and offer to be his dating insider.

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  Surely, I can help this small town’s most eligible bachelor ever navigate his way through all the fantastic single ladies eager to make his acquaintance.

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  What could possibly go wrong in helping the dream guy next door find his one true love?

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  So I set him up on one date, two dates, three dates — and I’m about to find out exactly how dangerous my offer is.

  The Dream Guy Next Door

  By Lauren Blakely

  By Lauren Blakely

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  1

  January

  One fine Saturday that summer

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  One thing you can count on for certain is the buzz when a new guy moves into the neighborhood.

  The other sure bet? That rumor will be rock-concert loud if said newcomer is a stone-cold hottie.

  That’s the chatter spreading through Duck Falls faster than an image of a sexy celebrity kayaking in the nude trends on Twitter.

  The two-story bungalow next to mine on Mallard Lane has been empty all summer—the kind of vacant that crackles and hums with burning questions. Will a family snag it? Will a developer nab it? Will someone flip it and sell it for a mint, driving up the value of all the other homes on the block, including the ones with chipped paint and cracked windowsills?

  Or will—pretty please with a serving of looks-like-Chris-Hemsworth-on-top—a handsome, single sweetie pie move in?

  The For Sale sign transformed into a Sold one in June, but the only crumb of intel we Duck Fallsians could scrape together was that an out-of-towner had made the winning bid.

  And so the speculation ramped up.

  Was the buyer male? And if so, what box did he tick off on forms? Married? Divorced? Widowed? Separated, but still cohabiting, so please keep him far away from me because that’s not even remotely close to acceptable?

  How about on dating sites? Would ladies deem him to be a smooth-talking player? A cougar chaser? An escape artist? A too-good-to-be-true-er?

  No one knew. No one even knew if he was straight.

  But by July, the notoriously tight-lipped realtor let slip three glorious words.

  Straight.

  Single.

  Male.

  With that settled, emphasis turned to the details. Valeria Rodriquez, owner of the small-batch ice cream shop in the town square, tossed out the first question.

  Would he be wildly clever?

  The next came from yogini LaTanya Smith.

  Might he be deliciously funny? br />
  Polly at the yarn store went so far as to post on the town’s online forum: Anyone know if he likes hedgehogs? I have five now, so I’m looking for a partner who’ll pet my hedgehog.

  Yeah, no one knew the answer to that.

  Or if that was a euphemism.

  Other inquiries have floated through the air.

  What if he’s a know-it-all? A boring blowhard? A cheating jerkface cad?

  Ah, but what if he’s kind, smart, sexy, and a god in bed?

  A woman can dream—dream of man-i-corns.

  And so the ladies do dream here in Duck Falls, population 15,474, and the beloved gateway to wine and olive country. Our hamlet is home to the best combo bookstore-slash-wine shop on the California Coast. The train tracks that run along the edge of town are so Instagram-worthy that you could selfie yourself for days. We love our eponymous ducks and have pink plastic kiddie pools in the town square for them to splash around in. Our sidewalks seem paved with silver, and I don’t mean figuratively—we’re home to a glitter factory.

  All that, and a nose for sniffing out eligible bachelors.

  The whole town, it seems, likes to man-watch.

  It’s the Duck Falls way.

  But it’s not my way.

  I’m simply not in the market, nor am I even considering a trip to the man counter. No deli number needed for this woman—no rump roast or ham hock for moi. Shacking up, hanging out, and Netflix-and-chilling hold no appeal for me.

  But neither does seeming unsociable in this town that’s been my home forever. It’s a matter of striking the right balance between being politely interested in the town’s favorite topic and being too interested.

  That means there’s no escaping when I walk right into a circle of Duck Falls speculation one Saturday morning in early August.

  My spawn and I head into the boba tea shop next to the yarn store with no idea what awaits us. A wind chime tinkles as the door swings open, announcing our entrance.

  “Good morning, Nina,” I say to the chirpy blonde proprietor behind the counter.

  “A very good morning to you, January,” she says, her face packing a grin that translates into I’m about to pepper questions in your direction at the speed of sound. She shifts her gaze to my kiddo. “Hi, Wednesday. Don’t let me forget to send you the new content for the blog later today. I wrote a piece on the merits of fruit tea versus black tea.”

  My daughter smiles. It’s her professional grin, and she wears it well—she’s the Web developer for half the town’s businesses, it seems.

  “I will put it on my Google task list to check in with you,” she says.

  “Google task list,” Nina says with utter delight, clasping a hand to her chest. “I love it.”

  I squeeze my daughter’s shoulder—this kid, I swear. She’s a badass CEO at age fifteen.

  We order, and Nina makes the drinks, sliding me two tall cups locked and loaded, right along with a serving of “So, what’s the Mallard Lane dealio?”

  Wednesday snags her mango boba, cutting in, “Why don’t you two chat? I’ll wait outside. I have a podcast to listen to on new coding techniques.”

  “New coding techniques,” Nina repeats, seeming tickled pink by Wednesday’s habits and hobbies. “That’s so . . .” She pauses, hunting about perhaps for a trendy word before she says, “Rad. It’s just rad.”

  Wednesday smirks. “Super rad,” she replies, as if that’s something she’d actually say. She knows the value of keeping clients happy.

  “I’ll be right there,” I call out as Wednesday pushes open the door.

  Once it’s just the women over age fifteen—fine, we’re both over thirty-five, but barely, in my case, at thirty-seven—Nina waggles her drawn brows at me, and I know what’s coming. She’s married, so presumably she isn’t scoping the “dealio” for herself. But with a newly single sister, it’s no mystery why Nina’s fishing for gossip in Mallard Lane waters—for Maya. “Has the guy next door moved in yet?”

  And yes, she’s angling to catch a big one.

  I swipe my credit card over the card reader. “I haven’t seen him yet. But I will keep my eyes open.”

  There. That’s just the right level of interest, isn’t it?

  Nina squees. “You do that. I hear he’s moving in today. I’m dying to know if he’s perfect for you-know-who,” she says in a whisper, even though we’re alone.

  “Of course. That makes perfect sense.”

  See? That’s a balanced amount of interest befitting a businesswoman who needs to be in good graces with everyone.

  I gesture toward the storage room at the back of the shop. “And you be sure to let me know if you still want me to build you those new cabinets.”

  Nina’s brown eyes go blank for a few seconds, then they flash with awareness before she smacks her forehead. “Oh, I nearly forgot. I’ll let you know who I’m going with soon, January. Either you or Big Beams Construction.”

  Big Beams.

  The new franchise of a national carpentry company that loves to underbid the locally owned shops with its 10 percent discount off the competition.

  With a smile that says I hope it’s me, but I know it won’t be, I say goodbye, tea in hand, then head outside, shoving aside thoughts of price cuts I can’t afford to give.

  Wednesday is parked on the green wooden bench in front of the shop, sipping her tea. Her dark-blonde ponytail bounces as she jumps up and pops out her earbuds.

  “Learn lots?” I ask.

  “I’m pretty much ready to hack into the town electrical grid now if you need me to.”

  I sigh contentedly. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. To raise a cybercriminal.”

  “Well, you got it,” she says, bumping her hip against mine as she lifts her cup and takes a drink.

  I wag a finger. “No hacking, missy.”

  She rolls her green eyes, shooting me a droll look, the kind that teenagers are particularly skilled at firing at their mothers. “I don’t hack.” She pauses, lifts her brows precociously, then adds, “Yet.”

  “You better not hack ever,” I say.

  We make our way home, passing my friend Alva Chang’s hair salon on the corner. This corner is the most silver-speckled in town, thanks to its intersection with the road to the glitter factory. The silver brick road to beauty.

  I wave through the window at Alva, who’s the spitting image of Ali Wong. She raises one hand, a pair of scissors in it, and brings it to her ear without stabbing herself in the eye. Call me.

  Later, I mouth, knowing call me really means text her.

  “Hacking isn’t always bad, Mom,” says Wednesday.

  “How do you figure? It’s not like anyone wakes up and says, Gee, I hope I’ve been hacked this morning.”

  “Because people don’t understand the bennies.”

  I ruffle her hair, careful not to mess up her deliberately messy pony. “No hacking, K? It’s taken me long enough to start a business. I don’t need to compete with Big Beams and deal with the scourge that is my own hacker child.”