“Since when did you name your Vespa . . .” His eyes widen. “Wait, Pandora?” I shrug, smiling coyly. “She’s a great heroine. Fiercely independent, vehemently against marriage, but she changes her stance after a sweet, determined man decides he’s going to bend his world, meet her where she’s at, and love her endlessly.” I step up to Viggo, cupping that bristly jaw, my thumb sweeping along his temple. “She has a beautifully creative, agile brain like yours. I loved that about her, too.” Viggo swallows roughly. “Lula . . . you read a romance?” “A historical romance,” I tell him,
