The Worst Kind of Promise (Riverside Reapers #2)

by Celeste Briars

“Kit, did you annotate a book for me?” I ask. The corners of his lips tick up into a loving grin. “I’d annotate an entire library for you if it meant that I got to see you smile.” When he hands me the book, the first thing I notice are the giant hockey sticks on the front cover, backdropped by a cracked, white-blue ice design. “A hockey romance?” I will my heart to stop flapping. He scratches the back of his neck. “I know it’s not your monster romance, but I thought you might like it. Life imitates art and all that.” He annotated a book for me. Kit Langley annotated a book for me. Kit Langley—the man who’s never been with the same woman twice—carved time out of his day to read a book and tab it. This has to be some kind of fever dream. I slowly open the book to a random page and am greeted by a medley of pastel-colored, miniature sticky notes scattered through various paragraphs. And not only that, but there are passages underlined with little notes scribbled in the margins. “Oh my God,” I breathe, emotion steamrolling over me. “I underlined things that reminded me of you.” He even doodled small hearts. Hearts. Like a teenage boy who has a school-grade crush on a girl.