Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

Because every single thing I glanced at, grazed, examined, eyed, or even considered when we were at the grocery store, every single thing I decided to walk past, every single thing I told myself I didn’t need—every single thing has somehow made it here, inside Koen’s house.

“You have no right to be here.” I blink. “Okay. Clean cups are still on that rack.”

This humor of yours, you get it from our side of the family.” “Actually, I get it from the need to proactively cope with a staggering amount of unprocessed trauma.

that the twins came back from camp having switched places and the parents did not immediately figure it out from their scents.

the parent trap 🥹