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400 pages, Paperback
First published December 2, 2025

“I’m realizing that the place I thought was my home is just like I was, just a shell. I didn’t know what home looked like until I met you. And I want to *be* that for you. Whatever it looks like. Wherever that is. If you’ll let me.”
I kiss her softly then, closing my eyes as she leans into me. She’s so warm, so soft and sweet—it’s hard not to pull her closer, to let her warmth bleed into the coldest parts of me, thawing them, making them come back to life.
I haven’t felt as alive as I do with Tess in a very long time.
“Beautiful,” I whisper. I lean backward on a whim, bringing both of my hands in front of my face to make a square shape with my fingers. Then I make a clicking sound with my mouth as I pretend to take a picture, watching her blink in surprise as she cocks her head.I like the parallel between Hunter and Tess that they both want to do things out of the goodness of their hearts: Hunter wants to look after her; Tess wants to make sure his place is successful again. A few other moments I enjoy between Hunter and Tess include: when Hunter goes to the pub for her and grins and enjoys himself (that selfie too), the “Miss Fixit” nickname he gives her, the way Tess calls the place a “dingy lodge” which evolves from an exact insult his ex used into a term of endearment, their jokes about him being an “old man” who uses “oil lamps”, of course when he gives her the flannel to keep warm.
Her face breaks out into a smile. “What was that?”
“A mental picture,” I tell her. “So I can remember.”
“Oh?” She presses a finger to one of the buttons of my shirt, tracing it lightly. “So this is something you definitely want to remember, huh?”
I look at her then—*really* look at her, at the way her freckles spray across her nose like lightly dusted sugar, the way her bangs perpetually hang into her eyes, giving them a sort of sultry quality, the way her nose is so petite that it wrinkles with almost every emotion that plays across her face—and, well…
“I think everything about you is something I want to remember,” I answer quietly.