Dirty Plans

He was my best friend when we were ten.

He’s the man I collided with at twenty-nine, in the last place I ever expected to see him again.

Twenty years ago, London St. James climbed out of his bedroom window and disappeared from my life. My marriage to Seth was supposed to be enough. My carefully planned, color-coded life was supposed to be enough.

Then I walked into Tasia’s shop to pick up a box of bookmarks and crashed, literally, into a tattooed stranger with dark blue eyes I’d know anywhere.

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