Zoey turned in his embrace, sliding her arms around his neck. “I don’t know—what did the sculptor say to his girlfriend?”

“I love you with all of my art.”

Everyone groaned except Zoey. She knew he meant it. He loved her. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then drew back. They were in public, after all. She settled against his arms and grinned.

“I’ve got one for you, too. Why did the notebook marry the pencil?” she asked. There were more groans around them. Mary called out, asking if they’d always be this disgustingly mushy.

Mike ignored them all, his gaze fixed on her face.

“I don’t know. Why?”

“Because she finally found Mr. Write.”

He didn’t laugh, and neither did she. There was no one in the room but them. No sound but their two hearts beating in perfect rhythm. Together again. Forever.

“Yes,” Mike finally said. “She did. Think I can convince you to marry me someday?”

Zoey nodded, rising on her toes to kiss him again before whispering...

“I do.”

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

THIS BOOK WAS put on hold for a bit after we lost my mom, and it was a relief to have such a funny, touching, best-friends-to-lovers romance to come back to. It’s a bit odd to say that this book was inspired by my own friendships with guys through the years that never included anything more than friendship, from high school to today. I say it’s odd since, naturally, in the book Mike and Zoey do move out of the friend zone because, you know, it’s a romance novel! But as a woman who was a bit of a tomboy growing up, whose father taught her how to change a spark plug by the time she was ten, who repaired Himself’s toilet after we’d been dating for all of two weeks and who has always felt more comfortable with “guy talk” than “girl talk”... Well, I wanted to honor women like me, and thank the strong, secure men who are our friends. From Glenn to Kevin and more, those friendships have lasted and have added to my life in many funny and meaningful ways.

I thank my editor at HQN, Michele Bidelspach, for her wise guidance. And a huge thank-you to a constant and invaluable member of my writing team: my agent, Veronica Park, who always tells it like it is and has my back no matter what.

And most of all, thanks and so much love to my very own best friend and hero—my husband of twenty-six years, John.

Can’t get enough of Rendezvous Falls?

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a Rendezvous Falls novella.

Lost in Love

Lost in Love

CHAPTER ONE

“WE HAVE A PROBLEM.”

“No, we don’t.” Andrea Wentworth looked over the rim of her coffee cup at her friend. “I’ve already told you—there are no problems, only opportunities.”