The Bride Test (The Kiss Quotient, #2)

by Helen Hoang

Her smile widened, and all he could do was stare. Strange, incomprehensible, beautiful woman. She said the funniest things and smiled all the time. His fingers itched to touch that smile,

She couldn’t cry. She was supposed to be happy for the both of them because he didn’t know how.

Esme facts went in a special place in his mind, never to be forgotten,

There were an infinite number of reasons to exist on this earth, but that seemed the most important of them all— making Esme happy.