My Own Best Enemy (Apple Valley Love Stories #2)

by Julie Christianson

An unexpected perk of becoming a librarian wasn’t learning about things. It was learning about people. Like everyone’s a little damaged. It’s just that some of us wear our cracks on the outside. Others hide the chips inside.

If we could see the disasters waiting for us around every corner, we’d be too scared to go anywhere.

Before: I’d never been kissed by Emi Jones. After: I never want to stop kissing her.

I shouldn’t want to date her. But I do.

I must keep breathing while Emi changes, but only because my lungs function automatically. The rest of me has shut down.

shattered her. And Nash just shattered me. Again. My body floods with the hot swell of rejection, and I want nothing more than to disappear. But I’m still here, rooted to the ground. Rooted to the past.

Cupid’s stupid arrow just pierced my heart. But all four stupid chambers are still beating.

ago. So much has changed. But some things never will. Like I still get butterflies thinking about Nash Hendrix. I always have. For two whole decades. I just pretended those butterflies were bees.

Sometimes the hardest lessons are the ones you end up having to teach yourself.