Twin Crowns (Twin Crowns, #1)

by Catherine Doyle

a small part of her had missed him, too. It was that musical laugh, and the stories he told. And maybe it was even the way he said her name. As if it were a precious jewel.

The best way to kill a memory is to stop speaking it aloud.

‘Wren is my closest friend. I’ll always look out for her and I know she’ll do the same for me, but there’s no spark between us. There never has been. But you, Rose …’ He paused, tilting her chin up so she was looking directly into his eyes. ‘You set me on fire.’