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.” • • •

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

“Meet me in the blue,” I said. “I’ll always be here.”

Luka and I were like two rivers, raging toward the same open sea, and there wasn’t a thing in this world, not death or distance or time, or even my own naivety that would keep us apart.