Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

WILLOW

Definitely not to work. Definitely not in the middle of a New England winter, when frostbite would probably kill me before Roman even noticed. And definitely not when half the town wanders in and out of the shop every day like it’s the local diner.

Maybe not ever.

The most daring thing I’ve worn lately is a sweater that doesn’t have a coffee stain. Unless Roman’s secret fantasy is me in cardigans and fingerless gloves, this one’s a lost cause.

Next.

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