Contents (23)
- NUMBER NEIGHBORS
- CHAPTER ONE – HANNAH
- CHAPTER TWO – HANNAH
- CHAPTER THREE – HANNAH
- CHAPTER FOUR – HANNAH
- CHAPTER FIVE – ISAAC
- CHAPTER SIX – HANNAH
- CHAPTER SEVEN – HANNAH
- CHAPTER EIGHT – HANNAH
- CHAPTER NINE – HANNAH
- CHAPTER TEN – ISAAC
- CHAPTER ELEVEN – ISAAC
- CHAPTER TWELVE – HANNAH
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN – HANNAH
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN – HANNAH
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN – HANNAH
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN – ISAAC
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – HANNAH
- EPILOGUE – HANNAH
- THE END
- COMING SOON: HOT MESS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- BOOKS BY EMMA HART
“Don’t push it, buddy,” I replied, watching the cats. “It’s not that easy.”
He snorted. “I know. Shall we take a vacation together? How about Florida?”
“Easy. We’ve been a couple for ten minutes.”
“All the better for it. Shall we?”
I could go for a vacation. “We’re leaving the book club at home,” I said, watching as Spring used her paw to clean Lucifer. “And we’re taking the cats.”
“Look at you, you little cat lady. I agree. Where shall we go?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you do your thing with a map and pick a random place?”
Isaac looked down at me and grinned. “Done.”
I grinned back, butterflies going nuts in my stomach. It was a little surreal, this situation, but I loved it. I didn’t need to date the guy for six months to know I was going to fall in love with him.
It was inevitable.
Spring was curled around Lucifer, and my heart skipped a beat.
It was instant, their connection.
The opposite of mine and Isaac’s. And you know what? That was fine. Totally fine. I knew we were falling in love, no matter how early it was. I knew we’d say it. I knew he was my end game, no matter the weird way we’d come together.
Something—something deep down inside said he was my forever.
Happily ever after wasn’t always right now.
Happily ever after was a work in progress.
And I was willing to work on mine.
Forever.
EPILOGUE – HANNAH
Happily Ever After
THREE MONTHS LATER
“How do you mess up the GPS?” I demanded, loading up Google Maps on my phone. “Isaac!”
“I fixed it!” he said, tapping the screen. “Look. Two minutes to Creek Keys. I told you.”
“Mmph.” I put my phone on my lap, screen down, and looked out of the window. I wasn’t sure I believed his GPS system, but whatever.
We pulled onto another road and drove down it. A few minutes later we did indeed read a sign that read ‘CREEK KEYS, FLORIDA. Population 990.’
“Told you,” he said smugly. “We made it.”
“To what I think is the smallest Keys island ever,” I replied. “Is this really where your finger landed on the map?”
“Yep. That’s the last time you have me decide, huh?”
“No kidding.” I sighed as we drove through the quaint beachside island. It was cute. There were beachy looking buildings and it was the perfect little vacation spot.
Lucifer meowed from the back seat.
“We’re not taking him again,” Isaac said. “That kitten is so noisy.”
“He ran out of treats,” I replied. “He’s hungry.”
“As usual.” He snorted and pulled into the parking lot of the vacation complex we’d booked. “Shall we get out? When are Mason and Immy getting here?”
“They’re getting Maya in the morning, so sometime tomorrow.” I got out of the car and went straight to the back seat to get the cats.
Isaac got out of the car and nodded. “So we have some time to explore?”