Tragic (Lark Cove, #3)

by Devney Perry

“All this time you’ve been hiding the wrong ear, Dumbo.”

“This turned out so . . .” I trailed off, without words to describe the masterpiece. “It’s yours.” My hands froze. “What?” “I was going to wait until your house was done, but I decided to give it to you now. This is for your dining room.” “But what about the person you were making it for?” He shrugged. “It was always for you.”

I was falling in love with my grouchy, tormented neighbor. I was falling in love with a man who was sweet and kind. I was falling in love with a man who had a little magic of his own.

“Somewhere along the line, you stole my heart. I’m going to steal yours in return. Just wait and see.”

“We’ve got a lifetime of magic left.” “How can you be so sure?” “Because it was never the cake.” I brushed my lips against hers. “The magic is us.”