Olivia
The door clicked shut behind me, and I stood there for a second, just staring at it.
What were the odds? That Ethan Lennox was standing right there at my door, holding a box of cookies like some kind of walking nostalgia bomb.
I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. He looked so different and yet so the same. His smile, his voice, even the way he said my name, it all brought back some of the good memories I used to have about Little Elm.
Shaking my head, I set the cookie box on the kitchen counter, laughing softly to myself. “Life is really full of surprises,” I muttered.
My apartment still looked like a tornado had personally dropped by for tea. Boxes everywhere, clothes half folded, a lamp sitting in the corner with no bulb. I sighed and got to work, rolling up my sleeves an
