With Any Luck (The Improbable Meet-Cute, #5)

by Ashley Poston

No. If my best friend’s going to jump, I’m at least going to be his spotter.

“Rhett wouldn’t shut up about you when I first met him. You should’ve heard the way he talked about you—like you hung the moon, the sun, and all the stars. I couldn’t wait to meet you in New Orleans, and when I did, I realized he didn’t even tell me the good parts.”