She's my polar opposite. My fooled-me-once. My heartbreaker.
And now she's back in town.
The last time I saw Leta Quinn, she was driving away from me, breaking the speed limit in our residential neighborhood. My off-the-wall artist girlfriend and love of my life was headed for California.
The universe gave her a sign, so she went.
I don't believe in signs. I believe in working hard at the Bliss Resort. I believe in solving the mystery that's ruining our finances. And I believe in never, ever thinking about Leta.
It's all going according to plan until she tackles me on the sidewalk.
It's not a sign. It's coincidental torture that the great love of my life is moving in down the street.
Because one look at her has me wanting the impossible: a happily ever after.
