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The Best Goodbye: A Rosemary Beach Novel (The Rosemary Beach Series) Paperback – December 1, 2015
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Abbi Glines is the New York Times, USA TODAY, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Field Party, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, and Existence series. A devoted book lover, Abbi lives with her family in Alabama. She maintains a Twitter addiction at @AbbiGlines and can also be found at Facebook.com/AbbiGlinesAuthor and AbbiGlines.com.
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The Best Goodbye
Being short sucks. There was never a time in my life when I thought, Gee, being short is awesome. Not once. I could never reach things in high-up places. Which was what was happening now. I’d been sent by Elle to unpack the glasses and line them up on the shelves behind the bar, but I was struggling more than I cared to admit.
I wasn’t a fan of the head server. She was gorgeous and mean, not to mention tall. She had no idea how hard it was for someone who was only five foot four to balance on a bar stool on her tiptoes with her hands full of glasses. Or maybe she did know, and she was doing this just to be cruel.
Leaning forward, I slipped another glass safely into one of the slots built into the wall for just this purpose. The stool wobbled, and I stilled, holding my breath. Easing back slowly, I managed to keep my balance. Only two more boxes to unpack, I thought, wishing that each box didn’t hold ten glasses.
“You break those glasses, and the cost comes out of your paycheck. I don’t have room in the budget for broken inventory,” a deep voice drawled behind me. I knew that voice. I didn’t hear it often, but when I did, it was usually annoyed with me.
Once, it hadn’t been that way. Once, that voice had eased my fears, protected me, and given me a safe place to go. Now all I got were cold, detached words from him. I kept thinking the pain would ease up eventually. But it never did.
Time had changed both of us. Instead of loving him until I was breathless, I just wanted to slap his handsome face and leave town.
“Get down, Rose,” River ordered harshly. “Go do something useful. I’ll get someone who can manage this.”
At least he remembered my name this time. Last week, he had referred to me as Rachel, Daisy, and Rhonda on three separate occasions. My constant corrections must have stuck. I got that the man had a restaurant full of new employees, and the stress of the grand opening in just two weeks’ time was weighing on him. But still. The boy I once knew had been kind, thoughtful, and a hero. My hero.
At some point over the past ten years, River had changed his name to Captain and had become hard. Untouchable. Even his girlfriend, the oh-so-nice Elle, didn’t seem to have access to a softer side of River. The side I’d once known best. No one had that. I didn’t believe it existed anymore.
“Elle told me to put the glasses away,” I said, jumping down from the stool and standing up as straight as I could. River was well over six foot two now, and he’d always towered over me. Even when we were sixteen.
He didn’t comment on that. Instead, he nodded toward the kitchen. “Brad needs help with the cooking supplies that just came in. Go help him. I’ll find someone who isn’t vertically challenged to finish this.”
My face flushed hot from embarrassment. It wasn’t like I’d messed up or broken anything. I had done just fine. I was doing the job slowly, but I was getting it done.
“I’m fine. My height isn’t affecting my ability to do this job, if that’s what you mean,” I snapped at him.
He didn’t even glance back at me as he sauntered toward the door. “We open in two weeks. I’d like the glasses to be up by then.” He walked out.
“Jerk,” I muttered. I had a good mind to finish putting those glasses up myself anyway. But with my luck, I’d end up breaking an entire box of them. I couldn’t afford to lose this job. I had packed up my life and come down to Rosemary Beach, Florida, once I found out that this was where I could find River. I hadn’t thought past that. I had searched for him for years with no luck.
This lead had been the first real one I’d had. So I’d taken it. Getting this job had been easier than I thought, and I needed it. This town wasn’t big, and it was hard to find employment. The house I’d found for rent was just outside the town limits—and it was tiny—but it was safe and affordable. That was all we needed.
We were living in the guest house of one of the massive beach homes that lined the shore. The only resident in the main house was an elderly lady, Diana Baylor, who seemed thrilled to have us right outside her back door. It was a good fit for all of us.
Without this job, I would have no reason to get close to River. And I had a mission. One I was no longer so sure of. I had to remind myself that I wasn’t doing this for me. My needs and desires had taken a backseat nine years ago when Ann Frances had entered the world and become my reason for living.
The day Franny had turned five, she’d asked for one thing: to meet her father. Every year since then, that was all she ever asked for, on her birthday and on Christmas Day, without fail. She wanted to know her dad like her friends knew theirs. I’d made excuses and tried to compensate for the fact that she only had me. But then I had begun looking for the boy I had loved so much, then one I’d sacrificed everything for to keep him safe.
Looking back, I wondered if my sacrifice was a mistake. Franny’s plea to meet her father made me feel I’d failed her while trying to save River. But I’d been a kid myself then, with choices to make that affected the only people in the world I loved.
“Are you going to finish the job I gave you or stand there and do nothing?” Elle’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Her long dark hair was draped over her shoulders, and those catlike green eyes of hers glared at me. I wasn’t sure why she had decided to hate me, but she had.
“Captain told me to stop and help Brad in the kitchen,” I replied, trying not to let my dislike for her lace through my tone. If she complained to River, I was sure he’d fire me.
Elle was one of the biggest obstacles to my plan. I didn’t want anyone so vicious in Franny’s world. As much as my daughter wanted to know her father, I had to decide if that man was worthy of Franny. Sadly, I’d found after two weeks of working for him that he wasn’t exactly measuring up. I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to fulfill my daughter’s one request.
“Fine. Then go. You’re wasting time. We have things to do,” she ordered, pointing toward the kitchen as if I didn’t know where it was.
With a sharp nod, I headed that way. No reason to stay in her presence any longer than necessary.
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Top Customer Reviews
"The Best Goodbye" was a quick read, but the book as a whole suffered from far too many inconsistencies. At least Ms. Glines managed to wrap up this story in just one book, short though it was. There’s that, at least. Unfortunately, Glines has made a habit of writing too-short books that have very little content. She likes to drag them along, turning them into either a duology or trilogy, regardless of whether or not there’s enough substance to warrant a sequel. Money talks, I suppose.
With that said, I’m just going to jump right in.
First line, first paragraph: "Being short sucks."
And...here we go with the whining. Life is so terrible.
"There was never a time in my life when I thought, 'Gee, being short is awesome.' Not once. I could never reach things in high-up-places."
This was met with an instant eye roll on my part, as I thought, "This ought to be good. How short is she?"
One paragraph later: "[…] five foot four […]"
Um, okay. Right.
The average height for a woman in the US is five foot four. Just saying. But please, don’t let me interrupt your tales of woe, Addy:
"I’d been sent by Elle to unpack the glasses and line them up on the shelves behind the bar, but I was struggling more than I cared to admit. […] She had no idea how hard it was for someone who was only five foot four to balance on a bar stool on her tiptoes with her hands full of glasses. Or maybe she did know, and she was doing this just to be cruel."
Not being very cerebral, I can certainly understand how this may have escaped Addy’s notice, but maybe, just maybe the head server, aka her boss of sorts, sent her to stack glasses because—wait for it!—it was her fricking job. As in, a job she was getting paid to do.
Right. We’re off to a fantastic start. Moving on.
Addy and Captain met and fell in love when Addy came to live with Captain’s family. For reasons unknown, Captain’s mentally unstable mother was somehow able to foster children. Crazy antics and over-the-top drama eventually tore them apart, by which I mean Mommy Dearest. Captain, thanks to his mother, thinks Addy is dead. Addy, thanks to Captain’s mother, ran away “to save his life,” or some such nonsense.
Ten years later, with no more than a GED under her belt, Addy quit her steady secretarial job in Oklahoma and moved to Rosemary Beach, Florida, in search of her baby daddy, who is none other than River “Captain” Kipling, on behest of her nine-year-old daughter. Because of course these idiots had unprotected sex.
Addy, of course, has no problem finding a place to stay—or a job, for that matter, as she’s now employed at the restaurant Captain is managing. Fearing Captain won’t live up to her expectations of what a good father should be, not that she would know, Addy takes precautions. She’s on a whole 'nother level of incognito, y’all. She goes by Rose now, and dyed her blonde hair red. She even wears a fake pair of glasses.
Captain, who goes on and on about his lost love, doesn’t recognize her. But oh, wait, I spoke too soon. He goes out of his way to be a complete jerk to “Rose” because he’s angry that she reminds him of his beloved Addy. Gee, I can’t imagine why that would be.
Addy’s sole purpose for moving to Florida is to introduce her daughter to her father, but Addy is too busy pouting over Captain being a manwhore. She even entertains ideas of moving back to Oklahoma, but not to worry, because she catches the eye of another man. She goes out on dates with him, invites him over to her house, and leads him on. Yet, all the while, she’s still lusting over Captain, who, in his own words, has been with hundreds of women over the last ten years. But it’s totally okay, because he never loved any of them. He’s only ever loved Addy, except it seems to have slipped his mind that he fell in love with Reese. Addy, of course, has been celibate this entire time.
Kudos to Ms. Glines for turning Captain into someone other than an ungrateful boy living off his rich daddy’s money, but I couldn’t take him seriously as a hitman—or whatever he was supposed to be. I mean, he can’t even manage to run a restaurant in a professional manner. He's rude, throws tantrums, and uses his office for afternoon sex romps.
Ms. Glines' heroines are always the same: insecure, needy girls with tragic pasts, who, of course, can barely function on their own without a man taking care of them. Grow some lady balls, for crying out loud!
Ms. Glines' heroes are always the same: manwhores who mistreat women—yes, even the heroine, after which they undergo a miraculous change and turn into whiny little girls. I’m sorry, but I just can't take these pseudo alpha males seriously.
By the time Addy and Captain got together, I was over it. I didn’t care whether or not they’d get their happily ever after.
I know I said I was done with this author, but clearly I’m a glutton for punishment. Anyway, in the end, I can’t say I was disappointed because I knew what I was getting myself into. However, that doesn’t mean that I didn’t expect more out of this book. I couldn’t take it seriously because the quality just wasn’t there. It was a lazy effort, and unfortunately it showed.
The Best Goodbye is an amazing read. Captain is as sexy as ever. In this novel you get to experience what Captains life was like growing up. We find out all his secrets, and the biggest surprise ever.
What is it like to fall in love when you are twelve? To be best friends? Well you find out all of this in The Best Goodbye. I don't want to give anything away so you have to read this novel! Thanks again Abbi for another great love story!