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250 pages, Paperback
Published February 27, 2026
Kai barked out a laugh. "You're lucky I don't give a shit about appearances."
"Oh, I am," Miya said, her levity momentarily leaving her. "It's why I love you."
Kai swallowed thickly, a muscle feathering in his jaw as his teeth clamped. Then, he turned his head, snared Miya's lips, and murmured the words back.

But he cared about being good for Miya. Good to her
She raised a hand to shush the bartender. "And don't even get me started on the laundry. A goddamn seagull could fold better—"
"Miya!" Crowbar snapped, shoving both arms forward. "For the love of gin!" She gestured frantically, beckoning Miya to turn around.
Slowly, Miya rotated in place, cold sweat beading her hairline. There, standing at the end of the bar, was Kai.
He's hurt, she reminded herself. He's just a dude who doesn't know how to express that he's hurt.
"Kai, about today..."
"What?" He raised an eyebrow. "Is your spine going to break that easily?"
"I'm trying to apologize."
He shrugged, eyes fixed on her. "For getting caught talking shit?"
Yep, definitely hurt. "I was angry."
"And next time you're angry," he said, stalking closer, "you should say it to my face."