Tragic (Lark Cove, #3)

by Devney Perry

“But what about the person you were making it for?” He shrugged. “It was always for you.” Always? This was the unfinished table we’d had sex on over a month ago. Which meant he’d started making this for me long before I’d asked him to over cinnamon rolls.

The sex had been incredible, but it was the kiss that sealed my fate. 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.