Absolutely Not in Love (Sweater Weather, #7; Appies, #2)

by Jenny Proctor

The outside air is crisp and cool and officially feels like fall. Not the fake fall that often happens in the South when summer disappears for three days, then comes back with a vengeance. But actual, for real fall. The kind that isn’t going anywhere.

He bought me pastries. He. bought. me. pastries.