LOGINMia Thompson spent her senior year dreaming about Ryder Vaughn—the school’s golden boy and hockey captain—until the day he turned her deepest secrets into the entire town’s entertainment. Humiliated beyond repair, she left everything behind and vowed never to look back. Five years later, Mia has rebuilt herself into a strong, independent woman. The past is buried—until an unexpected interview places her face-to-face with the one man she never wanted to see again. Ryder Vaughn is no longer the reckless bully she remembers. He’s a powerful young CEO haunted by regrets he can’t erase and feelings he never outgrew. When he offers Mia a job that could change her life, she refuses without hesitation. But Ryder isn’t willing to lose her twice. As old wounds reopen and sparks fly between hatred and attraction, Mia must decide whether some scars are too deep to heal—or if the boy who broke her heart has become the man willing to fight for it.
View MoreMia POVRyder actually bought the notebook.He set it on the table before breakfast, brand new, spine still stiff, next to the folded grocery receipt like a promotion ceremony. My mother clapped once, delighted, and immediately claimed the first page for herself."Six weeks," she said, writing the date across the top in careful letters. "Now it's official. No more bananas.""The receipt served us well," Ryder said. "We should frame it.""We are not framing a grocery receipt.""We're framing the grocery receipt."I let them argue about it while I poured coffee, and by the time I sat down they'd compromised on tucking it inside the back cover of the notebook instead, which satisfied nobody completely and therefore counted as a fair deal.The morning moved quickly after that. A dress shop two towns over had a Tuesday opening, and my mother had already called ahead. Ryder drove us, dropped us at the door, and told us to take however long we needed, that he had errands of his own, which I
Mia POVRyder actually bought the notebook.He set it on the table before breakfast, brand new, spine still stiff, next to the folded grocery receipt like a promotion ceremony. My mother clapped once, delighted, and immediately claimed the first page for herself."Six weeks," she said, writing the date across the top in careful letters. "Now it's official. No more bananas.""The receipt served us well," Ryder said. "We should frame it.""We are not framing a grocery receipt.""We're framing the grocery receipt."I let them argue about it while I poured coffee, and by the time I sat down they'd compromised on tucking it inside the back cover of the notebook instead, which satisfied nobody completely and therefore counted as a fair deal.The morning moved quickly after that. A dress shop two towns over had a Tuesday opening, and my mother had already called ahead. Ryder drove us, dropped us at the door, and told us to take however long we needed, that he had errands of his own, which I
Mia POVRyder actually bought the notebook.He set it on the table before breakfast, brand new, spine still stiff, next to the folded grocery receipt like a promotion ceremony. My mother clapped once, delighted, and immediately claimed the first page for herself."Six weeks," she said, writing the date across the top in careful letters. "Now it's official. No more bananas.""The receipt served us well," Ryder said. "We should frame it.""We are not framing a grocery receipt.""We're framing the grocery receipt."I let them argue about it while I poured coffee, and by the time I sat down they'd compromised on tucking it inside the back cover of the notebook instead, which satisfied nobody completely and therefore counted as a fair deal.The morning moved quickly after that. A dress shop two towns over had a Tuesday opening, and my mother had already called ahead. Ryder drove us, dropped us at the door, and told us to take however long we needed, that he had errands of his own, which I
Mia POVThe guest list started on the back of an old grocery receipt, because none of us wanted to touch the real notebook this early in the week.We sat at the kitchen table after breakfast, my mother between us. Ryder had a pen in one hand and his coffee in the other. He wrote his own name first, as a joke, then crossed it out and wrote it again under a heading he labeled family."That's not funny," I said."It's a little funny." He slid the receipt toward me so I could add mine.I wrote my mother's name first. After that the list got harder, not because there weren't people who mattered, but because most of the people who had mattered most this past year weren't the kind you'd find in an old address book."What about the team," I said.Ryder looked up. "Which part of it.""The part that's still here." I nodded toward the window, where the morning rotation was making its slow loop past the roses. "The two who stayed the longest. They ate dinner with us more nights this year than mos






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