The Purrfect Love Story
It was ridiculous and exactly what I’d been missing.
For weeks, my hero had been flat, nothing more than a shadow on the page. But now? Now he was alive. He smirked. He teased. He looked at my heroine with that guarded warmth Ace had, the kind that said, I don’t want to care, but damn it, I do.
And my heroine sparkled too. She rambled in two languages, scribbled in her notebook mid-conversation, and called him out for being cranky. She wasn’t trudging through mud anymore, she was running, chasing, laughing.
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