Meet Me in the Blue (Hemlock Harbor, #1)

by A.M. Johnson

“Then this will be our blue hour, Rook.” His smile spread wide as he turned to look at me. “This will always be our time.” • • • “Hey, Stace.” Avoiding her expectant smile, I kept my head down as I grabbed a pint of Rocky Road from the freezer.

??? Thirteen to thirty two? 🤷‍♀️

She used to be a cheerleader way back when in high school, and I remembered all the guys on my hockey team would talk about her, mostly crude locker room shit.

Especially my family. “You’re thirty-two, son. The older you get the slimmer the pickings.” And “I worry about you, worry you’re lonely in that big house of yours?”

It had been five years since I’d seen Luka Abrams. Five years of feeling lost without a compass.

🤷‍♀️ this is all over the place