Cole gets up and then says, “Adam. Five texts. I can read them to you.” He pauses. “Unless they’re personal.” I roll my eyes. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m pretty sure he’s desperately in love with my sister.” Cole snorts. “He’s crazy.” “He’d have to be, right?

Clinical, brilliantly medical-minded Adam believes in fate. A fate with Fia.

Oh, Adam. When will you stop messing everything up? And why do I keep letting you?

Thanks for looking at me like…like I could be whole.

You really care about my sister, don’t you?” I don’t want him to. He’s so sweet. I can’t imagine anyone loving Fia without being hurt by it.