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264 pages, Paperback
First published January 27, 2022
"Somebody is a person you found. Someone is a person fate picked out for you."






My life has been a maze of tragedy for the last year or so … I’m standing in that maze, still searching for a way out.
“How do you know you’re ready to move on? From her.”
My hands stilled and the muscles in my back strained. Son of a bitch. After such a good night, this was about to fucking suck. “I don’t.”
It was her turn to stiffen, but her fingers wandered up my forearms to my biceps. “Thank you for being honest.”
My gut wrenched. “What I do know is that today, tonight, has been incredible. You have been incredible, and I’ve loved every minute of being here with you. You deserve a better answer than what I just gave you. But if you’re willing to give me a little time, I’m going to work so damn hard to get my head straight and figure it out.”
It was a fresh start. The beginning. The end. Everything all rolled into one.
And fuck me, fucking fuck me, I had never been so damn excited about something in my entire life.
Curling my hand around the side of her face, I brushed her jaw with the pad of my thumb. “I want to explore things with you. And I mean more than just that sexy body of yours. Remi, baby, if this is just the start, imagine how good it could get.” I smirked and then nipped at her bottom lip. “It’s not too fast. It’s about fucking time.”
“There’s a huge difference between somebody and someone. From the moment we met, I knew you, my beautiful, crazy woman, were definitely someone. And if there is even a fraction of a chance that you think I’m a someone too, then yeah, it’s exactly that easy.”
“There are two types of people in the world, Remi. There are a million somebodies on this planet. But there’s a huge difference between somebody and someone. From the moment we met, I knew you, my beautiful, crazy woman, were definitely someone."
Bowen Michaels, although an interesting character, wasn’t interested in me.
Or so I’d thought.
A glass of white wine landed on the bar in front of me and a bottle of water slid in front of Margret.
“From the gentleman who just left,” the bartender said.
I bit my bottom lip and looked over my shoulder, but Bowen was long gone. Okay, maybe that hadn’t been a strike after all. Maybe the game hadn’t even started yet.