Impossible.
“He’s here right now?” Mom asked, glancing toward the door and smoothing her skirt.
“He just pulled up.” Adam motioned to his Apple Watch.
“Georgia, you sit. I’ll show our guest in.” Mom sprung out of her chair and rushed for the door, leaving the three of us in an awkward silence broken only by the steady tick of the grandfather clock.
“So I met your husband at a gala last year,” Christopher said with a tight smile.
“My ex-husband,” I corrected him.
“Right.” He winced. “I thought his last movie was overrated.”
Just about every movie—besides Gran’s—Damian had directed was overrated, but I wasn’t going there.
A deep, rumbling laugh sounded from the foyer, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
“He’s here!” Mom announced joyfully, swinging open the glass doors.
I stood as he walked in with my mother, and I somehow managed to keep my balance as he came into full view.
His flirtatious smile fell, and he looked at me like he’d seen a ghost.
My stomach hit the floor.
“Georgia Stanton, meet—” Christopher started.
“Noah Harrison,” I guessed.
Noah—the stranger from the bookstore—nodded.
I didn’t care how sinfully gorgeous the man was. The only way he’d get his hands on Gran’s book was over my dead body.
Chapter Two
Noah
Scarlett, my Scarlett.
Hopefully you don’t find this until you’re halfway across the Atlantic—too far gone to change your stubborn, beautiful mind. I know we agreed, but the thought of not seeing you for months, or years, ruins me. The only thing holding me together is knowing that you’ll be safe. Tonight, before I crept from our bed to write this, I tried to memorize everything about you. The scent of your hair and the feel of your skin. The light in your smile and the way your lips purse when you tease. Your eyes—those beautiful blue eyes—bring me to my knees every time, and I can’t wait to see them against the Colorado sky. You are strong, my love, and braver than I ever could be. I could never undertake what you now face. I love you, Scarlett Stanton. I have loved you since our first dance, and I will love you the rest of my life. Hold on to that while we are an ocean apart. Kiss William for me. Keep him safe, hold him close, and before you even have time to miss me, I’ll be home with you, where there are no more air-raid sirens, no more bombings, no more missions, no more war—only our love.
I’ll see you soon,
Jameson
Stanton. The beautiful, infuriating woman from the bookstore was Georgia-fucking-Stanton.
For the first time in years, I was speechless.
I’d never had that moment I’d so often written about, the one where someone takes a look at a total stranger and simply knows. Then she’d turned around, holding a book by my favorite author, staring like it had the answers for the sadness in her eyes, and suddenly that moment was me…until it blew apart as I realized what she was saying.
No one writes painful, depressing fiction masquerading as love stories like Noah Harrison. Her earlier statement etched itself into my brain with all the blister and agony of a branding iron.
“Noah?” Chris prompted, gesturing to the last empty seat in what looked like an intervention.
“Of course,” I muttered, but moved toward Georgia. “It’s nice to officially meet you, Georgia.”
Her handshake was warm, unlike her crystal-sharp blue eyes. There was no kicking that feeling, that hit of instant attraction, even knowing who she really was. I couldn’t help it. Her words had left me uncharacteristically stumbling over my tongue in the store, and here I was, choking again.
She was stunning—exquisite, really. Her hair fell in waves so black, there was an almost blue shine to it, and the contrast with her delicate ivory skin brought to mind about a million different Snow White references. Not for you, Morelli. This one wants nothing to do with you.
But I wanted her. I was supposed to know this woman—I felt it with every fiber of my being.
“You seriously bought your own books?” she asked, arching a brow as I let go of her hand.
My jaw ticked. Of course that’s what she’d remember. “Was I supposed to put them back and let you think your opinion had swayed me?”
“I commend you for the follow-through.” A corner of her incredibly kissable mouth lifted. “But it might have made this moment a tad less awkward.”
“I think that ship sailed the moment you said all my books read the same.” And called the sex unsatisfying. All I