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

by Ashley Poston

and I’m terrible at change. It frightens me. You,” he adds, his emerald eyes flicking to me, and a shiver runs down my spine, “frighten me, too.”

“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.”

I was the person you stopped at for a little while for shelter. I wasn’t the person you stayed with.