So Not Meant To Be (Cane Brothers, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

But where’s the romance these days? Where’s the wooing? Where’s the spontaneity?

I can’t help wondering if there’s a man out there who checks all the boxes of the perfect romcom hero.

Because, JP, if I wanted you, I would want to steal, consume, and savor every second I had with you.”

“The only bullshit thing between us is that spiel you just laid out. Deny it all you want, but I know you want me. The quicker you accept that, the better you will feel.” Despite the heavy beat of my heart, I know it’s my time to turn my head, and when I do, our noses nearly touch. With all the bravado I can muster, I say, “The sooner you realize I’m out of your league . . . the better you will feel.”

I’m looking for my soulmate, just like the soulmates on my semi-popular podcast. I want forever. JP Cane can believe what he wants, but if there’s one thing I know for sure in this romance desert that is my life, he and I are so not meant to be.

I want to be worshipped. I want to be important in someone’s life. I want to be the person someone calls when they need advice or have big news . . . or just want to hear my voice. I want to be surprised with flowers at my apartment door. Whisked away to somewhere I’ve never been. Thought of nearly every second of every day because I consume someone’s thoughts. I want the real. The ugly. The pettiness that comes with relationships. The teasing. The arguments. The laughs. The love. The romance.