More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
I gesture at his overall person while my cheeks burn hot. The scruff. The jaw. The hair. The … forearms. The almost-mustache. Didn’t think that would do it for me, yet here we are. “You’re telling me people don’t notice you?”
Three hours later, and I’m still thinking about Harriet.
For the first time in over a century, I had a dream. And I dreamed of Harriet.
“You’re the first thing in a hundred years to make me feel anything at all, Harriet York, and I don’t think that’s an accident.”
“And for the record,” she says, her smile edging into something sly. “I happen to like very old things.”
“Maybe I was always supposed to find you,” I rasp. Maybe, my heart adds, you were always supposed to be mine.
we had a thing.” A thing that felt like everything.
