Love Arranged (Lakefront Billionaires, #3)

by Lauren Asher

We both know you’d never willingly choose to be trapped with another human being. Laurence True. Or at least it was until I met you.

She laughs—a sound that makes me feel closer to heaven than any religious service or gospel.

“If my actions said anything, it was that I liked you too damn much, Lily. That was my problem. Never you.”

“I can’t get angry at them for something I’ve been guilty of. So let them look. Let them stare. Let them wish they were going home with the most beautiful woman in this bar—in this town—for all I care. I’ve been there. Many times, in fact, when it comes to you. So if anything, I sympathize with them because they can want you, but they’ll never truly have you.”

I start counting my underwear because why did I pack ten pairs for a two-night stay? Did I plan to shit myself multiple times?

To wish is to hope, and that’s the one thing no one can take away from you.