As Quinn arrived in Granville, a salty sea breeze swept over her. Everything in sight radiated warmth, and in that moment, she felt an unprecedented peace settle in her heart.
If Ethan had not barged into her life three years ago and thrown everything off course, she might have spent all these years in this very city, safe, steady, and undisturbed.
She had braced herself countless times for the alienation she would feel toward this unfamiliar place. Yet standing here now, an inexplicable familiarity and joy surged through her, catching her off guard.
"Miss Miller."
A smooth, teasing voice cut through the air. "The reputation of Sutherton's top beauty is not exaggerated."
Quinn turned to see a neon pink Porsche parked at the corner. Behind the wheel, a devilishly handsome man lounged a
