Charlotte
A dead cat, a stolen seat, and a mouthy Irishman-that's how this whole thing started. I thought I'd leave the red-headed stranger with dark green eyes behind and good freaking riddance. Except he's not even close to being gone. Mason McConnell is everywhere, drawing me in, like an invisible thread. I just hope that string doesn't snap and break my heart.
Mason:
Two weeks was all I needed to go home, spread my cat's ashes, and visit my brother. But one foolish decision at the airport managed to throw all my plans off track. Somehow, I had unknowingly cast the line, and Charlotte Kelley took the bait.
The chatty, prying American somehow had a way of bringing me back to life.
I didn't want her under my skin, and I certainly wasn't expecting her to make her way into my heart, yet once she did, I didn't want her to leave. But with one secret wedged between us, I'm not sure I have the right to ask her to stay.
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