A Very No Strings Halloween (Very Holiday, #4)

by Kayley Loring

But forty people I flew out to Boston from around North America—on my dime. Forty. Has anyone toasted to me yet tonight? Nay, they have not.

He is just full of surprises. I mean, the guy drives a Volvo, for crying out loud, which is pretty much the last kind of vehicle I’d expect him to drive. If he told me he drove a parade float everywhere I’d be less surprised.

I don’t want to party tonight. I don’t want to wake up in some strange new place with a new person. I want my person. I want her to want me. I want strings.