~ Elara ~
If there was one thing I'd learned in my twenty-eight years of life, it was that the universe had a twisted sense of humor. Case in point: I was sitting in Analog Coffee on Capitol Hill, explaining website wireframes to a client, when none other than Caleb Stone walked in.
Not just Caleb Stone, CEO of Lunaris Industries. Not just the mystery man who had kissed me senseless in an alley. But Caleb Stone, who was apparently now hunting for a wife.
I nearly choked on my americano.
"Are you okay, Elara?" My client, Marion from Northwest Botanicals, peered at me with concern.
"Fine," I managed, trying to keep my gaze fixed on my laptop screen instead of the imposing figure now ordering at the counter. "Just went down the wrong pipe."
But my newly heightened senses betrayed me. I
