Unfortunately Yours (A Vine Mess, #2)

by Tessa Bailey

He’d never felt the need to categorize another woman’s features before.

Natalie wasn’t a simple combination of colors, she was an ever-changing kaleidoscope he couldn’t seem to stop peering into.

If the key to her happiness was at the bottom of the ocean, he’d strap on some flippers and goggles to dive down and get it. If she showed any signs of illness, even a common cold, he would consider bringing her to the ER. If she asked him to dress like Zack Morris at Halloween so she could dress like Kelly Kapowski . . . he’d already have suggested it first. Did all of that equal love?

He belonged there like air belonged in her lungs.

Surely God would understand. Natalie was his finest masterpiece.