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

by Ashley Poston

“Because you make me wonder what else I’ve been missing, closed off in my studio with my sculptures and my clay. Millie is my constant—was my constant,” he corrects himself. “She made sure I was fed and watered; she made sure I had friends—that I socialized. People don’t really interest me. I don’t understand their jokes, I’m often too blunt, I come off as crass. So many people have come in and out of my life, but Millie? She stayed. I want her to be happy, but to do that, I have to let her go. Things have to change. And I’m scared of that.”

“What made you change your mind?” I asked. “About kissing me?” He felt so hard against my middle, and I hadn’t had anything intimate in so long I wanted it. So, so badly. “Because it’d be you,” he said. “I knew it’d be you.”