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My name is Charlotte Spencer and, ten years ago, I married my brother's best friend. I haven't seen him since.
Charlotte Spencer grew up on the blue-blooded Upper East Side of Manhattan but she never wanted the sit-still-look-pretty future her parents dictated for her. Enter Colin Walsh, her brother's quiet, brooding, man-bun-sporting best friend, and with him a chance to escape.
He's far from Charlotte's dream guy as but they need each other for one thing: marriage. One courthouse wedding later, Charlotte's inheritance is hers to start a business in San Francisco and Irish-born Colin has a Green Card.
Ten years later, Colin drops a bombshell: the terms of their prenup state that before either can file for divorce, they have to live under the same roof for three months.
Suddenly this match made in practicality is about to take on whole new meaning...
237 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 11, 2019
*Spoilers*
Not everyone will love this book but for me, every aspect of the story worked.
It was sexy (with zero sex scenes), funny, with great characters and believable conflicts and although some reviewers had a problem with Colin's OW drama, I, otoh, found it plausible considering Charlotte's and Colin's history; moreover, it was the only arc that made sense.
Bottom line, I laughed all through and wished it wouldn't end.
“I’m engaged, but I’m not a saint, okay?”
I meet his eyes, and for a single moment, they seem to darken before he looks away. What do you know? He does know how to smolder.
pure. FUCKING. magic✨
i have a rec for you but i gotta know. . .
how do you feel about no sex but plenty of tension in a book?
“We can’t get divorced until we live under the same roof for three months. As husband and wife.”
“I didn’t have time to put a road trip playlist together—” “Thank God.”
“Don’t be grumpy just because I don’t have any Irish jig music ready to go.”
“Irish jig music?” he says, giving me an incredulous look.
“Fine, what do you like to listen to?”
"Well, according to you, ‘Danny Boy’ on repeat.”
“I would like to point out that people are allowed to grow and change. And I have.” “Have you?” Colin murmurs.
“Yes. Something you might have noticed if you weren’t so busy brooding and avoiding me.”
“But no cuisine can compete with pasta.”
“I wouldn’t know. You ate most of mine.”
“We agreed to split them.”
“No, you ‘suggested,’ we split them, didn’t take no for an answer, and then ate the lion’s share of each.”
“Are we setting off sparks? Do I set you all aflame?” I say, giving him my best Jessica Rabbit look, which, honestly, isn’t all that good.
“No,” he says curtly. And though I can’t say for sure given the darkness inside the back of the cab, I could have sworn his gaze lingered on the hem of my dress as he says it.
“Hey! You found me.” He holds up his phone.
“I tracked your phone.”
“That’s creepy.”
“You did it to me just last week to see if I was near a gelato shop.”
“Which you were.”
“I was eight blocks away.”
“And yet, when you got home, there was coffee gelato in one hand. For me. And chocolate in the other. For you. So who’s the real winner in this scenario?”
“How am I supposed to pull this off?”
“Charlotte, you are one of the most determined, successful people I know. Has there ever been anything you wanted that you haven’t gotten?”
There’s something here—something between us that goes beyond a green card, my trust fund requirements, and a prenup. Every day that’s passed, every morning we share eggs and coffee, every time I manage to make him laugh, I’m more certain that Rebecca’s not the one for him. Every day, I’m more desperate for him to see it.
He’s holding my left hand, the ring poised at the tip of my fourth finger as his gaze searches mine.
“Do you love me, Charlotte?” His accent’s thicker than usual, his expression both adoring and a little unsure. I nod emphatically, desperate to reassure him.
“I thought you knew. I fell in love with you weeks ago. It was highly inconvenient.”
“I don’t have any vases.” I tsk.
“How can you not have a single vase?”
“Because until right now, I’ve never had a single flower in my home.”
“Well, that’s just silly.”
“Feel free to survey the heterosexual men in your acquaintance who live alone, and ask them how many of them have vases.”
As has become my cooking ritual, Madonna is blaring, and as such, I don’t realize Colin’s come home until he’s standing in the kitchen, wearing his usual why is this happening to me?expression.
“You didn’t even try to fight him, did you? You want to go back to New York.” Want to? No. Definitely not. But … I think I need to. That city and I have some unfinished business.
“What I should have done ten years ago, Charlotte Elizabeth Spencer. Following you to California to tell you that running away from your problems is no way to live your life.”
“I’d have gone with you. To Ireland. If things tomorrow went badly.” I’d go anywhere with you.