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373 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published February 6, 2018
He was a Viking lumberjack cop who bottle fed orphaned puppies? If he’d spent years trying to think of the most effective punch to the ovaries, he couldn’t have come up with a better plan.
She liked the image of her squeezed into Otto’s heart, surrounded by Xeno and Mort and Bob and Bean and Hortense. What a wonderful place to be.
“I love you,” he said without thinking or planning or even knowing the words were going to fall out of his mouth. He didn’t care about the possible rejection or embarrassment. She needed to hear it, because she could’ve died, and then she would’ve never known how he felt about her. “I love you so much.”



Sarah stared at him, quiet as well, her neutral expression not giving him any clues about what she was thinking. The longer the silence continued, the more frantically Otto tried to come up with something to say and the blanker his mind became. He had the terrible thought that something completely inappropriate would pop out, something about how pretty she was or how scared or how he wanted to keep her safe.
Otto stopped worrying about not saying something and started worrying that he would say something mortally embarrassing that would make her hate him forever. The seconds ticked by, the faint chatter coming from the kitchen and the low hum of the wind outside pressing against the house the only sounds. Neither looked away.
"Wow. This is awkward," Grace said. "Otto, when I said you weren't allowed to interrogate her, I didn't mean to ban all polite conversation. You can, you know, tell her it's nice to meet her or make some comment about the weather."