Arielle didn’t usually believe in fate. Or luck. Or magical signs.
She definitely didn’t believe in charms that could fix your life—or your love life.
But Noah Reed had a habit of changing that.
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It was a snowy Saturday morning. Arielle shuffled into the bookstore to find Noah rearranging the shelves like nothing in the world could faze him.
Except… he was humming. A soft, warm tune. And when he noticed her, he gave that slow, amused smile that always made her chest glow.
“Morning,” he said, voice low and smooth.
“Morning,” she replied. Trying not to trip over her own two feet, which was practically impossible.
“Coffee?” he offered.
“Yes. And not magic coffee this time, please.”
He laughed. “No promises.”
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They walked toward the counter when she noticed something odd.
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