When in Rome (When in Rome, #1)

by Sarah Adams

I’m bubbling with laughter that I can’t contain even if I wanted to. It’s the kind of happy laughter that slows you down, makes you want to anchor your hands on your thighs just so you don’t fall to the ground.

missed you.” My laughter stops. My heart skips.

My lips part. But before I can respond, he adds, “But you’re still a pain in my ass.”

“To me, you’re Amelia. Maker of shitty pancakes and a smile that rivals the sun. All I want is you.” And just like that, I feel safe.