Evie Prewitt sighs after a long day at work. Boxing Day was always a good day at the bookstore that had become home to her, and now she looks forward to climbing into bed, opening up her eReader, and reading one of her dragon shifter books.
Once in bed, she doesn’t know why she does it – probably some perverse need to cry without actually feeling her feelings – she looks up her ex’s, Ethan’s, social media.
It doesn’t take long to find out that she’s been replaced, like a piece of worn clothing that’s been discarded and left behind.
It shouldn’t hurt as much as it does, Evie knows that, but she lies down, looking up at the ceiling ad wondering where it all went wrong.
She loves her job. Hell, she lives for her job. She gets to talk to people all day long about books, and honestly what c
