He also didn’t know Miriam or Noelle were in the room. He’d brushed his hair out of his eyes and looked up, scanning for his mom and finding Hannah instead. Now he was staring at her with such naked longing on his face that Miriam wished she could sink through the floor.

She watched as, in a blink, a mask of indifference shuttered his face. He dropped the bag he’d been carrying in one hand and crossed his arms, leaning his long body against the door frame.

“Hi.” He half smiled, his eyes searching.

“It’s about fucking time,” Hannah said before turning on her heel and walking away.

Acknowledgments

Thank you to my editors, Sam Brody and Amy Pierpont, who believed in the magic at Carrigan’s. To Becca Podos, the agent of my wildest dreams. I’m so glad you’re on this adventure with me. Cathy Arnold made me a fat butch clinch cover, which I will never stop squeeing over. The team at Forever, from Estelle Hallick’s genius marketing to every person who copyedited, formatted, and worked in production on this book, thank you so much for making my girls look so very good.

So many people read this book at some point, and offered encouragement, feedback, beta reads, and love. This would never have gone from an idea I had on Twitter to print without Rachel Fleming, Felicia Grossman, Kait Sudol, Anna Meriano, Ashley Herring Blake, or Skye Kilaen. Thank you to Sarah Sapperstein, Hannah Gaber, Tylar Zinn, Christina Hicks, Justin Williamson, and everyone else whose DMs I slipped into and asked to read a draft of a quirky queer romcom. My incredible sensitivity readers were Jennifer Rothschild and Melissa Blue. While I’ve worked to the best of my ability to ensure that this book is not harmful to anyone, I understand that I may have failed and, if I have, it is entirely my failing.