He's So Not My Valentine (Cataloochee Coffee Shop Romances, #2)

by Savannah Scott

I don’t know where we will go, but I need to touch her and I need to move, to outrun the reality of our diminishing time together.

Frenchmen. It’s the French thing. I’m sure of it.

And he does know. Somehow, this man who seemed so self-absorbed and superficial turned out to be the most attentive, perceptive person I’ve known.

“I might have fallen in love in America,” I confess. “Even if I didn’t fall in love with America.”

I didn’t write these things down, but I remember every compliment she has ever paid me, word for word. What man wouldn’t?