The Happy Ever After Playlist (The Friend Zone, #2)

by Abby Jimenez

Sloan: I haven’t painted my own works since my fiancé died two years ago. The dots started to jump. Then they stopped. Then they started again. Jason: I’m sorry to hear that.

and I realized I was still living with another man. And that man wasn’t ever coming home.

“Your dog—” “My dog? I thought we were coparenting?” I could tell she was smiling by the pause. “No, he’s definitely your dog today.

“Where are my five coffees?” “Gas station coffee? For a connoisseur like you? I wouldn’t dare.” Then he reached down, around the side of my front porch flowerpot with the petrified geraniums in it, and produced a warm Starbucks cup. I looked at it and held my breath. “That’s so thoughtful.” I raised my eyes to his. “But I can’t have caffeine this late.” He smiled. “I know. It’s decaf.”

“Let me give you the tour.” “I’m coming on the tour,” I announced. “Nope. It’s a one-person tour. We’re all booked up.”

would notice you in a crowd of a million.”

Because I was completely and totally in love with her.

He shook his head. “It’s just how I feel. I’m yours. All of me. I think I always belonged to you. Even when you belonged to someone else.” His eyes moved back and forth between mine. “Tucker knew it. He took one look and he saw the other half of me inside of you and he brought you home.”