Fireworks (True North, #6)

by Sarina Bowen

Revisiting your past is weird. Really weird.

The heart is a fool, and love at first sight is a vicious bitch. She doesn't care who she burns or how much destruction is left in her wake.

Surely there’s a mean Shipley somewhere? This place is like being transported to the Land of Happy, Healthy People. It’s kind of startling.

There’s heat pouring off us, and my brain is on fire.

I feel a little tug of sentiment that I never expected to feel. Vermont smells nice.

Oh, and Vermont gives good scenery. Forget the Green Mountains—I mean the hot guy in the leather jacket who puts a hand on the small of my back as we cross the gravel parking lot.

What planet have I landed on? There are no cookies at New York News and Sports. We snack on veiled threats and fear.