Rosie and the Dreamboat (The Improbable Meet-Cute, #3)

by Sally Thorne

Bree looks like a nineties supermodel with her wet hair scraped back. I’m in my sea otter era.

If he knew what some people pay for a fiddle-leaf fig tree, he’d faint.

Oh. Is this why he’s being so friendly-flirty? If he’s seen Bree, he’ll be disappointed by her understudy. I’m going to crawl out of this tank in a towel looking like the girl from The Ring. I already know that he’ll chortle when I do.

“You like pickles? You’d love me right about now.”

“Rosie Clamshell!” “Leo Some-guy!”

“Why? Notice what?” I put on my scarf, and then I see. Why she told me to trust her, trust her, trust her. Sewn on his uniform is his last name. I read it out loud in awe. “Husband. Leo Husband?”