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Three months later, the first quiet snowfall of winter blanketed the brownstone streets of Brooklyn in a soft, muffling white that turned the fire escapes into lace and the streetlamps into halos. The city, which never truly went silent, grew hushed and tender under the snow — the sirens distant, the traffic slowed, the endless hum of eight million lives softened to a whisper.Inside the apartment, a warm fire crackled in the hearth they had finally gotten fixed in November, casting a soft, golden glow across the hardwood floors and the fresh nursery set up in the corner of the living room. The nursery was small — a corner, really, partitioned by a bookshelf and a curtain of soft muslin — but Wren had painted the wall behind the crib herself, a mural of climbing ivy and morning glories reaching toward a painted sun that glowed faintly in the firelight. It was the greenhouse, translated into paint — the Victorian conservatory where Kai had proposed, where he had first seen h

Hi, reader. If you made it all the way to this page, thank you. Genuinely, from the bottom of my heart — you spent your time with characters I built out of nothing but stubbornness and a laptop, and that is not a small thing to give someone. I don't take it for granted, ever. A quick note for anyone who wandered in without the warning up front: this book is adult romance, explicit, and entirely fictional. Everything in these pages — the heat, the tension, the messier feelings, all of it — exists to entertain consenting adult readers who want a story that doesn't fade to black at the good part. If that's you, welcome. You're exactly who I'm writing for. Writing romance — the steamy, unapologetic, adult kind — is genuinely the thing I love most. I love slow burns that make you yell at your screen. I love the moment two characters stop pretending they don't want each other. I love writing the tension right up until it snaps, and then writing what happens after. This genre gets dismis