BLURB

When Alex Zair makes a sudden appearance at a charity ball hosted in honor of my graduation from cooking school, my whole world spins continuously and the hole in the pit of my stomach just keeps widening. How the hell did this happen?

I left the meadows when I was 19 in search of a better life, and love. My best friend had just moved many miles across the country with my cousin. I could never forgive them.

My life was great and I had it all figured out. Move to Paris, enroll in Jared’s culinary school and get a Michelin Star, become famous for my cooking.

Everything was going according to plan until I moved into my apartment on Rue 9. My raven haired, artistic, neighbor began to pick up fights with me over the smallest things. I’d never troubled him before, but he used the intercom every night to tell me how much my singing disturbed him. Fuck his guts. I tried to avoid him as much as possible. On Christmas Eve, We get stuck in an elevator together and we end up talking through the night. He isn’t such a bad person beneath all than anger and bile. 

When his girlfriend breaks up with him and he shows up in tears at my doorstep, I can’t help but pull him in for a hug and some drinks. He asks me to call his cousin to come over. Imagine the shock on my face when he arrives and I realize that he is Alex Zair, the boy who eloped with my cousin eight years ago and broke my heart. What a reunion.

Over the next couple of weeks, we bond and make up for lost time as much as we can. He avoids any talk of Maya, my cousin. Can you believe he owns Jared’s Culinary School? One night after some drinks at my place, we have some amazing sex time. I wake up naked in bed with a note from him on my pillow that reads “MISTAKE”. The fun part is that he flies out of Paris the same morning and I find out from his cousin. It’s nothing bad, just my poor choice in men. But I’m in for a shock that will change my life.

Three years later, I’m giving the welcome speech at a party hosted in my honor when he walks in. He’s different now, with a full beard and hair in a ponytail. His eyes are the only things that haven’t changed. For the first time in three years, my heart stops.

I am in trouble.

But it is okay. I just have to make a retreat through the backdoor with a secret I’ve kept from him all these years. He has no right to know. Nothing prepares me for the surprise I’ll meet when I find him standing at the back door, staring pointedly at the little girl in my arms whose eyes are the same color as his. Blue glass.