Description
She came to the bookstore café for the quiet. For the soft hum of pages turning, for the comfort of warm tea and cold rain tapping the window. For the way her thoughts found freedom between sentences no one ever heard out loud. And then he walked in. Soaked from the storm, hoodie clinging to his frame, combat boots heavy with purpose-he didn't look like someone who belonged among books. But he found her. Every day. Same time. Same coffee. Same look in his eyes-like he was reading her instead of the novels on the shelf. Cole doesn't knock when he enters someone's life. He sits down. Uninvited. Unshaken. Like he already knows he's part of the story. And maybe he is. But falling for a man like that means writing without hiding. Letting someone hear her-without the words. And she's not sure she's ready for that.
Chapter 1
