Ana Huang

She was my North Star, the brightest jewel in my sky.

“Yes, but I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” She ran the last dirty dish under the water. “It’s not about business.”

She was wrong, but that didn’t stop my pulse from spiking with anticipation. “How does he look at me?”

Janis smiled. “Like he never wants to look away.”

He has a heart of ice...but for her, he'd burn the world.

Every time I thought she couldn’t get more perfect, she proved me wrong

So we’re coming back for Thanksgiving next year, right?”

Alex sighed. “Maybe.”

In other words, yes.

I beamed. “Maybe we could come up early and go apple pick—”

“Don’t push your luck.”

Fair enough. We’d go apple picking the year after next. Seven hundred-odd days should be enough time to convince him

Jules sighed. “Tell your man he’s hot as hell but a total buzzkill.”

“He’s not my man. He’s my bodyguard.” I lowered my voice, but I thought I saw Rhys pause for a millisecond before he resumed polishing his knife.

“Even worse. He’s running your life and you’re not getting any dick from it.”

“Jules.”

“I bet after our date, you won’t even be able to think about another man.”

“Like you’re the most beautiful, most remarkable thing they’ve ever seen.”

The words lit every molecule in my body and dissolved them into a pool of exquisite, unbearable warmth.

We weren’t talking

Once upon a time, I hadn’t believed in love.

Now, I realize that love was the last piece that’d been missing in the puzzle of my life.

With it, I was finally whole.

I know seventy-nine ways to kill a man, and I can make seventy of them look like an accident.