Description
My obsession was born of innocence and good intentions, and it began the day I spotted a handwritten journal lying in the bushes outside a townhouse on Lexington Avenue. It was raining sideways that morning, and my intention was to return it the next day; safe and dry. Only I kept it. I kept it, and I read it. A week later, overwhelmed with guilt and curiosity and harboring secrets that didn't belong to me, I tried to return it. Only I wasn't expecting to meet him. Unapologetically heartless and enigmatically sexy, he claims he knows nothing about the journal I found outside his place, but the reticent glint in his blue-green gaze tells me otherwise. There's something different about him; something damaged yet magical, and I'm drawn to him; pulled into his orbit. There's just one problem. The more I get to know him, the more I'm positive the journal belonged to him . . . . . . and the more I find myself hoping, selfishly, that I'm wrong.
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