Love, Utley (Love Letters, #1)

by S.J. Tilly

I pick up the third beverage and take a drink of my iced matcha latte.

Not the matcha

“What’s the curse?” She shrugs. “Nothing big. Just that everyone who loves us dies.”

“I’m nearing thirty-seven and have the knees of a sixty-five-year-old. So they’re doing great.”