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

by Ashley Poston

“I just—I don’t know what I’ll do after all this. It was just us, you know? And now it’s Carmilla, too, and I like her so much but . . . I won’t be your ride or die anymore. I’ll be alone.” “So will I,” said the owner of the footsteps behind me.