Tempest looked stunned. “Why are you doing all this for me? I mean, I appreciate that you’re a fan, like, really, really appreciate it. But you hardly know me.” “Are you kidding? I know you through your words.” Jules’s expression grew earnest. “Your books got me through midterms last semester. The way you write about women taking up space in a world that wants them small. That matters. When I realized my brother was dating the author I admired, well, fate doesn’t hand out coincidences like that every day.”
