The Cinnamon Bun Book Store (Dream Harbor, #2)

by Laurie Gilmore

He was summer and she was fall. He was adventure and she was comfort. But right now, on the cusp between the two seasons, in this liminal space they’d carved out for themselves, they fit just right.

She didn’t need a new life or to be a new person. She just needed to look at herself, at her life, in a new light. In the romantic glow of some dusty old Christmas trees, or the late afternoon light of an empty beach, or the blinking lights of the Ferris wheel,

And God, wasn’t that addictive? That feeling that maybe you were enough.