The day began beautifully.
Snow drifted in soft spirals outside the bookstore windows, the kind of snowflakes that looked like they’d been painted by an overachieving artist. Arielle was humming—humming—while setting out a new display of holiday romance novels.
Even Noah noticed.
“You’re in a good mood,” he said, leaning on the counter with that quiet, amused smile that made her heart do gymnastics.
“I’m allowed one good morning,” she said. “But don’t worry, something disastrous will happen soon. Tradition.”
He smirked. “I’ll be here to catch the disaster before it hits anyone.”
She blushed, pretending to rearrange bookmarks.
For once, everything felt… peaceful.
Then the door chimed.
And peace died.
A tall, stunning brunette stood in the doorway. Glossy hair cascading over a desi
