Fireworks (True North, #6)

by Sarina Bowen

Six-foot-three inches of my high school heartbreak is staring intently at me.

“First I’d like to give you an overdue apology,” he says in a voice that’s way too calm. “I’m sorry I let you down on the last night of school twelve years ago. It’s all my fault, and I’ve regretted it ever since. I’m sorry.”

“My ‘surprisingly large, tank-like self’

Stunned, I’d watched her approach, wondering if she was even real. She hadn’t seen me, but even before I opened my mouth to warn her not to trip over me, my heart spoke up. Mine, it had said. And I’d been pretty much gone for her from that day forward.

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. She will eat you up and spit you out.

But—Jesus Christ—the love of my life has the worst possible timing.

“Move your extra-large, extra-hot self out of the way so I can serve up the rice.” “Yes ma’am.”