About this book
: The first rule of riding the subway:
Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t
look at anyone.
But what if they’re grumpy and gorgeous, and you’re sitting right next to them?
I’ve always liked a challenge.
I want to make his brooding face light up, but he barely looks at me.
I take a chance and provoke him. To my surprise, he plays along and growls back.
The more often we pass each other on the subway, the more I realize he’s not the uptight Mr. Grump I initially thought he was. Then, one night, he’s suddenly there—in my world, right next to me…his tongue in my mouth.
I’m completely overwhelmed.
But I’m no fool. A man like Nash Roman doesn’t go out with someone who sells suits at Macy’s .
Nash went to a private school and an Ivy League university. I, on the other hand, went to night school while working two jobs to pay the bills. Nash represents fine wine, expensive restaurants, and bespoke suits, while I represent beer, fast food, and bargains from thrift stores.
What am I—the bright and collected Ethan Moreno—doing in his world? This man is older than me, much richer than me, and has already made it abundantly clear that he doesn’t believe in love. I should back off. Instead, I fall head over heels for him. Intensely.
Nash couldn’t care less if his father thinks I’m not good enough or if people gossip about us because we’re so different. I have to trust him and us, but I’ve been burned before.
And just like with Uptown No. 2, sometimes you have to take a different route and change trains to reach your destination:
forever .
: The first rule of riding the subway:
Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t
look at anyone.
But what if they’re grumpy and gorgeous, and you’re sitting right next to them?
I’ve always liked a challenge.
I want to make his brooding face light up, but he barely looks at me.
I take a chance and provoke him. To my surprise, he plays along and growls back.
The more often we pass each other on the subway, the more I realize he’s not the uptight Mr. Grump I initially thought he was. Then, one night, he’s suddenly there—in my world, right next to me…his tongue in my mouth.
I’m completely overwhelmed.
But I’m no fool. A man like Nash Roman doesn’t go out with someone who sells suits at Macy’s .
Nash went to a private school and an Ivy League university. I, on the other hand, went to night school while working two jobs to pay the bills. Nash represents fine wine, expensive restaurants, and bespoke suits, while I represent beer, fast food, and bargains from thrift stores.
What am I—the bright and collected Ethan Moreno—doing in his world? This man is older than me, much richer than me, and has already made it abundantly clear that he doesn’t believe in love. I should back off. Instead, I fall head over heels for him. Intensely.
Nash couldn’t care less if his father thinks I’m not good enough or if people gossip about us because we’re so different. I have to trust him and us, but I’ve been burned before.
And just like with Uptown No. 2, sometimes you have to take a different route and change trains to reach your destination:
forever .