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Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-One
  46. Chapter Forty-Two
  47. Chapter Forty-Three
  48. Chapter Forty-Four
  49. Chapter Forty-Five
  50. Chapter Forty-Six
  51. Chapter Forty-Seven
  52. Chapter Forty-Eight
  53. Chapter Forty-Nine
  54. Chapter Fifty
  55. Acknowledgments
  56. Discover More
  57. About the Author

I drank in the fondness on his face, although this time it looked more like love. Then I closed my eyes as he cupped my face. My lips parted in anticipation until I felt the heat of his mouth on mine. I grabbed onto his shoulders and deepened the kiss. It was glorious. How had I gone so long without it? It was over too soon, thanks to the wolf whistles and clapping, but we’d asked for it by face-smashing on a crowded city street. I buried my head in Finn’s chest.

“One more thing,” he whispered into my hair. “I’m going to keep my phone on silent more often. My father has cockblocked me for the last time.”

I pulled away and smiled wickedly. “In that case, have you ever had post-spinning make-up sex?”

Said no one in a wholesome TV movie ever.

Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty

EIGHTEEN MONTHS LATER

At a window table at Bubby’s overlooking North Moore Street in Tribeca, a young couple shared two slices of pie—Michigan Sour Cherry and Meyer Lemon Meringue.

“She looks just like you, down to the pink tips in her hair,” Finn said from where we stood watching them about forty feet away.

“He’s got the same facial hair as you, but you’re hotter.”

“I thought it went without saying you were more attractive.”

“Next time, how about you say it?” I teased.

A man approached. He looked somewhere between twenty-five and forty, and wore black jeans, a T-shirt, New Balance Sneakers, and a Yankees cap. “You’re the writer, Adina Gellar, right?”

“I am. And this is Finn.”

He shook both of our hands. “What do you think so far? I’m the director, but no need to hold back the critique.”

It took everything I had to keep my feet solidly on the ground. The day Daniel Jones called to say my submission was accepted to the New York Times’ Modern Love column was the highlight of my writing career—until Finn’s and my love story also got chosen for the spin-off television series.

Pleasant Hollow seemed like a lifetime ago, yet it had been the catalyst for so many changes in our lives. After a few ups and downs and false starts, Finn’s father had now been sober for six months. While I didn’t foresee calling him “Dad” anytime soon, his relationship with Finn was the healthiest it had been since before his mother died.

After our lease expired, my mom moved into a one-bedroom apartment a block away from our old one. The close community she’d found and nurtured over the last two decades was proof you didn’t need to leave the big city for a slice of small-town life. She was still dating Terry, who, it turned out, had much more going for him than his nice taste in shirts.