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

by Sally Thorne

“May I have his full name and date of birth?” Leo asks sweetly. “Social security, too, if possible? I need to commit a murder, please.”

“I’ll say it again. Are you listening to me? You’re being really, really brave right now, and it turns out, you’ve always been brave.” “Sure. I should have recorded it all. I should have made a police report, filed for a protection order—” He sounds commanding now. “Stop. You did the best you could, just like now. You didn’t let it ruin you. You stayed funny and smart and kind. You survived. A lot of people don’t. Take my word for it.”

“That guy saved my sanity today. He’s fantastic.” “I can hear you,” Leo says from the other side of the wall. “But say more about how fantastic I’ve been.” “He was so kind,” I say louder for his benefit. “And he’s funny. He’s got a great smile, I just know it. And oh, Bree, his laugh. My lord. I’ve never heard a rainbow pastel laugh like that, and he laughs constantly, because he’s a sweet, foolish gentleman.”