What a funny little world—so small that everyone's connected through mutual friends, yet so vast that it took Moanna twenty-four years to develop a crush on Logan.
Had fifteen-year-old Moanna met that chubby kid from next door Tracy once described nine years ago, they might never have crossed paths at all.
Falling for someone starts with their looks, grows through admiration, and only then becomes a lifetime devotion.
Tracy squirmed in her wheelchair, hating every second of it. She'd have stubbornly walked if not for Logan's insistence—her injuries weren't even that bad. But the thought of facing Gordon's dark scowl made her comply.
Thank goodness she'd called Moanna. The alternative—having CEO Gordon Hayworth push her wheelchair—was too mortifying to imagine.
Gordon's gaze locked ont
