Love Hard (Hard Play, #3)

by Nalini Singh

And his brain finally connected the dots. “You’ll get to meet my friend Jules at the wedding,” Charlotte had said. “The one from pastry class. You two apparently went to the same high school.” As that high school’s roll of students had been well over a thousand, Jake hadn’t really thought anything of Charlie’s statement. Neither had he seen Juliet when he dropped off the wine and champagne. She’d either not attended the festivities or had been in another part of the apartment. And never, not once, had he connected Charlotte’s pastry-making friend Jules with snarky and tough Juliet. Why the hell would he? The Juliet he’d known had been all detentions and trouble and a messy braid. Now she was making pastry? And he’d been checking out her breasts? “Jesus Christ. Juliet.” He shook his head, trying to shake out the crazy.

Juliet had to look away for a second, the lump in her throat in danger of smashing her cold, dead heart back to life.