Chasing Cassandra (The Ravenels, #6)

by Lisa Kleypas

“There’s no such thing as an old maid.” “Wh-what would you call a middle-aged lady who’s never married?” “A woman with standards?”

true love never seemed to happen to someone who was looking for it. Love was a prankster, preferring to sneak up on people who were busy doing other things.

She was so capable and clever and adorable, it made his chest ache with a hot pressure that threatened to fracture something.

“Shall I kill him for you?” Tom asked, sounding alarmingly sincere. “I’d rather you didn’t,” she said in a watery voice, and blew her nose again. “It’s not nice to murder people, even if they deserve it, and it wouldn’t make me feel better.”