Last Call at the Local (Love, Lists & Fancy Ships, #3)

by Sarah Grunder Ruiz

“And you think I’m the silliest person you’ve ever met? Look in a mirror, ciaróg.” “One beetle recognizes another,” she says. “Don’t go using the proverbs of my own people against me, now.”

The image comes to me so clearly. Raine in Tokyo. Her face tilted up to the trees. Cherry blossoms in her hair. It hurts to think about. Because when I try to imagine myself there too, I can’t.

He looks at me as if he really believes that, as if it’s impossible I could do something that wasn’t great, and I decide that I’m at least a quarter in love with him already, if not halfway there.