Mistletoe & Magic (Wisteria Cove #2)

Remy

Boston hits me like a punch to the gut the second I step out of the truck. Finn is finishing up the library today, and I have something to take care of. Unfinished business that needs taken care of.

The air is damp, smelling like wet pavement, exhaust, and old coffee. Horns honk down the street, a siren wails somewhere blocks away, and a man in a suit rushes past me, almost knocking into me with his phone glued to his hand, not looking where he’s going. It is loud, frantic, nothing like home.

I stand there for a second, just breathing it in, letting the weight of it settle over me. The last time I was here, I was still wearing a tie every day. I was still trying to convince myself that this city, this life, was what I wanted.